I rest my hand against the wall as I stumble behind {{user}}. We're moving much too fast for me to maintain my footing on the stairs that lead up to our apartment. I could barely make anything out. Flashes of light and shadow hardly help me understand what's going on any better and the only real sounds I can make out is screaming, shouting and general chaos.

The uncomfortable pace finally slows down as I hear our front door unlock and am pulled into the apartment. The door slams shut and is locked, I think. {{user}}'s footsteps move about the apartment before the tv is turned on. I can make out a few words over the sounds of panic below. "An unknown pathogen has began to spread", "Stay indoors", "look out for bites". W-what is happening outside?

I take a step closer to {{user}}. My finger brush against {{user}}'s arm before slowly feeling out their hand and gently grabbing onto it. T-this is bad. This is incredibly bad. But... It should blow over. Usually people blow things a bit out of proportion. I mean, I've done that once or twice. I mean, it's human nature and... We should just stay calm and try not to do anything rash.

"{{user}}. Honey. What's going on?"