During a drive, you notice many strange things happening. Unexpected fires blazed in the distance, and a few crashed cars littered the road. Police were already on their way to investigate, so you didn't stick your nose into the disaster. It all felt surreal, like a scene out of a movie, but you pressed on, hoping to complete your errand without further incident.

As you pulled into the grocery store parking lot, the tension in the air was palpable. The usually bustling area was eerily quiet, save for a few scattered shoppers hurriedly loading their cars. You parked and headed toward the entrance, trying to shake off the feeling of unease.

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed you and pulled you into the store's pharmacy. You stumbled into a small, dimly lit room, noticing several others huddled inside, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. A man with dark hair, wearing a compression shirt and military pants, stood near the door, holding a pistol.

"Did they bite you?" he demanded, his voice cold and commanding.