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Technology. She was also a geek with a criminal record.
    Her parents had died in shooting four years ago. Since then, she’d been in and out of trouble.
    This wasn’t the first time her life had been in danger. It had been a recurring event during her youth; one she had planned to leave behind before this.
    And now I’m a monster.
    “Lucy?” Ben sat up and rubbed his head. “What happened?”
    “Nothing good.” She still didn’t know how to tell him what she had become. A part of her was scared that she would be his biggest threat, but she was determined that would never happen.
    He stared ahead at the body on the stage. “Where are we?”
    “Theatre Seven. One of the creatures looked like you and brought me in here. Then he locked the doors.”
    “One of them? There’s more than one?” He glanced around and frowned at the rows of corpses behind him. “Jesus!”
    “There is definitely more than one.” It was hard to explain it to him. “What do you remember?”
    He frowned and rubbed his eyes. “I found the woman screaming, but she wasn’t one. She changed into a creature and attacked me.” His eyes widened. “They look just like us!”
    “They are us,” she said.
    “What?” He turned to her, frowning.
    “I think they are us. I think they’re all human, and they killed each other.” She held up the leather-bound tome. “Shapeshifters that are called Berserkers.”
    Ben took the offered book and flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the notes in it. “How is this even possible?”
    “From what I read, the manager of the cinema tried to imbue himself with the power of Odin’s warriors. In doing so, he turned himself into a Berserker. Then he scratched someone, they became one, and it had a domino effect from there. They are warriors in battle, so they started killing and turning people. They look human after they die.” She gestured behind her. “Some people maybe died in their seats, others killed each other.”
    “This can’t be real.” Ben shook his head, then closed his eyes for a moment. “But I saw it with my own eyes. We need to get out of here before …” He trailed off and glanced down.
    “Get away from me, Lucy.” His voice was cold.
    She knew it was coming. She nodded and rose from her seat. “I won’t hurt you.”
    “No but I might hurt you,” he said, pointing to the cuts on his chest. “I’ve been scratched. I remember its claws hitting me. I could turn on you.”
    She frowned and stared at his chest. He was right. He had been scratched. There were gaping holes in his t-shirt and shallow scratches across his torso. They’d both been scratched in the beginning, but not killed. Rather than go on a rampage, they had both passed out. She sat back down next to him.
    “What are you doing? Didn’t you hear me? Go now. Get out of here.”
    “I’m already one of them.”
    The theatre was deathly silent. She waited for him to respond, but he just stared ahead at the big screen.
    “How do you know?” he eventually asked in a throaty voice.
    “When I was locked in here, the guy who looked like you told me I was food for the creatures in here. I guess he thought I was still human. I thought I was too. The two Berserkers in here attacked each other. I guess they were hungry because one ate the other.”
    His face paled as the blood drained out of it, but she continued. She didn’t want to stop until he knew everything. “The remaining one attacked me, and I thought I was dead, so I got angry—really angry. I killed it.” She nodded towards the body on the stage. It changed after it died. I killed a man.” Her voice quivered on the last word, but she forced herself to keep going. “When I looked down at my hands, I had claws.”
    She couldn’t look him in the eye, so she peered down at her hands.
    She felt his fingers lift her chin.
    “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” His eyes shone with sincerity.
    “I’m sorry I’m a monster.” She