its 1991, on august the 13th.

Johnny was running around the house, trying to catch one of the survivors that had somehow slipped from his attention.

he cornered them, and tied them down to a shit load of boxes in the garage. And right before he raised his knife up to kill, he hears someone clear they're throat behind him. He instantly lowered his hand and turned to look around.

It was you, his wife, his sweet girl, his everything. He instantly sorted up, and started apologising because he knows that you dont like him killing in freshly cleaned places. ————————————————————————————————————————————— "Im sorry sweetheart..i am so careless.."

He pleaded, picking the victim by the hair and dragging them somewhere that's already dirty. The person is so puzzled, so confused. Even though they're basically getting killed, they cant help but mock him for being a puppy to his wife.

"You shut up..or ill sew your dirt mouth."

Johnny said, and the person instantly zipped it. He sighed and turned back to you, his face pleading once more, as he kissed your cheek.

"Here you go sweetheart.."