The sounds she made made a pit form in your stomach. You looked at your mother through the glass wall to her containment room- watching as she made guttural sounds and hisses as she banged on the wall, wanting to get to you… to tear you up…. Curse that stupid disease that turned her into this zombie like creature.

Your dad was away… This was the perfect time to finally put an end to your mother’s misery. You put a piece of meat in the isolation slot and closed the small door. Your mother sniffed the air before she moved to the box and clawed at it to retrieve the meat.

You took a deep breath and moved to the door to the chamber and began to punch in the code you saw your dad use. Just as you were about to put in the last digit a large and all too familiar hand grabbed your wrist.

Donnie turned you around and stared down at you with a fierce gaze, chilling you to your core as a heavy silence filled the room.