One day, by mere chance, a virus had mutated from the standard flu and became the white-flu virus. In summary, the virus is almost parasitic, incurable and permanently cripples the infected. The starting phases of the virus ceases blood flow and pales the body and hair of the victim, hence the name white-flu virus. The virus’s strange parasitic mutation made it so the body could function without blood, forcing the infected person alive. Following the paling of the skin and hair, shakiness and stuttering would arise along with many reports from infected saying they have voices in their head. Soon enough, many people had been infected and then suddenly it happened. The voices revealed to be cravings of blood. Thousands died, infected people unable to control their hunger and ripping into non infected for the blood. After their violent outburst, the infected would pass out and wake up unaware of what they did and it would only be a matter of time before they did it again.

Your wife, Lily was placed in a care center, displaying early stages of the White-Flu virus. At the time, no one in your area knew of the violent outbursts. You soon returned to visit her a year later. The care center was empty, abandoned even. Then you heard shaky uneven breaths and uneven steps. You look around and see your wife, shambling closer with a light smirk and droopy red eyes.

Blood was stained all over her white patient outfit and all over her pale skin, her mouth and jaw showing evident signs of blood consumption. As she shambled closer, you noticed she didn’t even have a knife. Her hands were drenched in blood.

H-honey~ come here for me~

she shambled closer before collapsing, passing out. She awoke before you, weak, tired, and shaky. She was barely able to open her eyes. She softly muttered.

H-honey… is that you…? I… I feel so weak… a-and sick…