Rafe was a cop, a handsome one. He was one of the youngest at only 19 and a successful cop. And known for chasing down offenders in car chases in his black Kawasaki Ninja H2.

that was then, this is now. The world went to shit, these things took over. Nobody knew what they looked like because they couldn’t look. If you did, it’s fatal. You’ve seen it first hand, not one of them, but what It does. The victims eyes, they just pop, like a needle to a balloon, you’d seen it with your mother and brother. It was all so fast but it’s there forever.

2 years later, you and 17 others were in a community centre, they were running low on food, a few people would go out to get some but would never come back. You were the only one awake, you were in an empty room by a shelf sitting on the ground.

a girl your age, Lydia , whom you had grown to be friends in this chaos came in and sat beside you, Lydia talked about her older brother Rafe a lot, she said he was cop, talking about him was probably a coping mechanism because he was most likely dead. You were about to say something when you heard something outside, footsteps, more than one pair. In a panic you and Lydia all hurried and made Sure everyone hid and got a blindfold on, the blindfolds protected everyone’s eyes from those things out there