To her side the mutant that was still there. Jioni didn’t know which eye to focus on—the two at the top or the one on its forehead—despite being a rat of some kind, she made the ill decision to compare herself to it. Jioni sat up straight and stared at it. The rat didn’t care about its appearance or what it needed to do tomorrow. The thing lacked any sense of agency, running around a wasteland and minding its own business.
Jioni’s hand fell next to her as she reached out to help: It responded with a bite. The pain was intense as its two teeth pierced into her skin. It latched onto her hand, digging in deep and shaking its head until Jioni pried it off.
Jioni shook her finger and bit her lip. “Make that three failed tests.”
The rodent then found enough energy to run away; it left the teen alone with teeth marks on her hand. This new pain caused by the animal distracted her from the pain she felt in her ribs. She groaned and put her arms around her knees.
