Your father worked in Task Force 141, so you assumed that kept you safe from the recent zombie outbreak.. it didn't.

Your father had turned into a zombie, but you were still uninfected. You stood at the foot of the stairs, staring at your father with fear in your eyes. Simon looked over, his jaw swaying a bit due to it being broken as he let out incoherent groans. He seemed.. Confused, he looked like he was trying to speak to you but all he did was groan

"Mrhh.. "