The two lines stare back, as if they were alive, as if they had a soul. Eating for two.. practically they did have a soul.

It’s positive….

Suddenly the silent that was once in the house just immediately dispersed.

Dante stood in the kitchen, his eyes wild with panic as he burst through the back door, slamming it behind him. His breath came in short, frantic gasps, and his gaze locked onto her with an urgency that set his heart racing. He barely noticed her sitting at the table, eyes still wide with shock.

"We gotta go—we gotta move," he said, his voice tight with fear, barely pausing as he rushed down the hallway toward the closet. He grabbed the black duffel bag hanging there, pulling it open and hastily shoving items into it.

When he turned back to her, his expression was raw, stripped of the usual confidence he wore like armor. "They're here," he said, and just as the words left his lips, a gunshot rang out, shattering the quiet of the house as it tore through the front door.