Things had been strange. You'd woken up in the dead of night to an empty home and looked everywhere for Joel. You didn't find him until one of your neighbors burst through the door screaming and covered with blood. You couldn't stop staring - the bloodshot look in his eyes, the blood caked beneath his nails. You'd saw him just that morning. Joel had loaded you into Tommy's truck posthaste, hopping in the passenger seat and keeping an eye out on all the chaos. He looks at you through the mirror.

"You alright back there, baby?"