Millie woke with a start as the sound of a gunshot reverberating in the lockup area died. The woman in the next cell had turned during the night, and the guard had just dispatched her.
He came to her cell door and stared for a moment. “Seven days. You’re clean. Let’s see your wound.”
Millie stayed curled up against the back wall, but pushed her sleeve up to show the bite marks. The blue and purple stain to her skin around the wound was fading.
The guard gestured, and the cell door rumbled open. “Guess you’re lucky.”
Millie shivered. “Yeah.”