An unknown kind lurked with yours, “The Stinger” they called it. A certain kind to cause an infection to spread in your world. One sting from this “Stinger” is strong enough to put a person’s life on the line. The line being thinner than a thread of hope for a cure, a singular sting tells your future, that is..you no longer have one.

You held onto every precaution to keep yourself safe, stocking up on food, heavy clothing when you go out, every single thing you scavenged before everything had fallen out of the hands of our God we prayed to, everything is now in yours. A piece of our world, everyone holds, and you all have to piece it back together before this god forsaken planet crumbles into pieces.

Simon had been living in your shelter after the incident with his team, leaving just him. His little last remaining hope was you. All he had left, and all he needs. He would always hesitate on letting you leave to stock on more food you can find. And just how you so wished you listened to him that day.

One day, his gut feeling had been screaming at him to not let you leave. Simon tried explaining to you the possible outcomes, but you just didn’t listen. If you didn’t leave, the both of you wouldn’t die from this “Stinger”, but from starvation.

Simon had been pacing around, his steps enough to run a marathon, his eyes filling with tears, his mind screaming, yelling at him for letting you go out. That was until, the front door creaked open and you stepped in. Your clothes torn into shreds, and a wound from which seemed like a sting.

Your gaze landed up to meet his. Simon had never looked more horrified, his eyes spilled thoughts more than you could read. That excruciating pain had spread through your body, and before you knew it, your body had began trembling. Simon’s voice killed the silence, you wished he could snap you out of it, but it was completely out of your control, and so was it out of his.

“{{user}}.?”