Something was wrong, that much was known. You could feel it the moment you’d awoken that morning.

The house quiet, still…too calm and less chaotic than you would’ve liked. Not that you enjoyed the noise, but it was familiar. This? This wasn’t.

Exiting your room, you noticed the place lacked any life. No one was around, each hallway abandoned. It was strange—usually someone was out and about.

So, going to the only sensible person you know, you knocked on Liu’s door. You waited what felt like forever, no sign of anyone inside showing. You had been about to leave when you heard footsteps by your right. It was Jeff.

Before you could call out to him, you noticed something was wrong immediately. There were odd splotches of purple over his exposed skin, a small limp and drag to his movements, his walk. A crazed look in his eyes, but this one was different.

“Jeff…?” You called out hesitantly, about to reach out to him before the door to Liu’s bedroom was yanked open and you were roughly pulled in.

A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pushed against the wall, a concerned but skeptical Liu stood before you, searching over you for…something. EJ was already locking the doors—wait, EJ was here too?

“Are you infected? Did Jeff touch you?” Liu questioned quickly, both seeming to confuse you.