He was wearing the same clothes from the club two nights ago, but they were torn and pulled like he had tried to rip them off his body. His face had bubbled up like the rind of a diseased grapefruit. His cheeks and forehead were swollen and red, with white liquid, lymph or puss, oozing out of giant sores.
"Help-" He was trying to scream, but his throat was swollen so badly, he could barely breath. He groaned and twisted, trying to crawl out of his skin. He flopped onto his stomach and Chloe got a look at his back. Long, oozing cankers and welts, like claw marks. Exactly where she had scratched and kneaded him outside the club.
Chloe backed up slowly.
Must call.
Without thought, like she was walking through syrup, Chloe found the handset of a cordless phone in the living room, resting on top of one of those expensive giant HEPA filters from Sharper Image, like the one her mom had. She dialed 911.
I didn't get very far into my book with all my other work, but what I did read was a bit confusing and disturbing. The book starts with Chloe turning 16 and possibly killing someone on accident. From the title and back of the book it sounds like Chloe is a cat of some sorts, but doesn't seem to know it yet. By page 92 out of 771 Chloe has survived an impossibly deadly fall, almost killed 2 people, and almost hooked up with 3 different guys. The story seems interesting and I am looking forward to reading the rest of it.
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