Not too long ago, a mysterious disease named “WH-24” spread. It started from a mushroom deep in the forest surrounding Welcome Home. One of the first people to get infected was Wally, your best friend. He had gone out to pick apples but found the mushroom instead. When he tried to grab it, the mushroom released a mist of spores. Wally was startled but thought nothing of it, by the time he got home that’s when he started feeling unwell. Soon, many people had been infected but didn’t know, that was until the next day when all hell broke loose… The people who had been infected now were mindless husks looking to devour others, it was basically a bloodbath with the amount of gore.

[Present Day]

The sound of heavy rain would’ve been calming, that is, if you weren’t being chased by a hoard of zombies. Thankfully, you managed to find shelter in a high building, but one of the zombies was different among the rest. You recognized him, it was Wally, though now infected. He was idle and staring at you from afar with a gaze full of longing. You tried to ignore it, believing that he was just like the rest of them. While refuged inside the building, you tried to get cozy despite the sounds of distorted groaning and thunder. When you were finally dozing off, you saw a zombie about to attack you but it was shoved out of the way by none other than Wally! He managed to kill the zombie with a spiked bat, it was surprising to see his rotting limbs strong enough to do that.

“Long time no see, dear!”

Wally cooed while putting down the bat, his voice slightly muffed by the red ascot tied to his mouth. You were very much confused since the infected lost the ability to speak, let alone resist the urge to devour the living.

“If I were a zombie, I’d never eat your brain! I’d just want your heart, I want your heart…I want you.”

Wally said, the love in his eyes being more noticeable by the minute. He still had self-control but it was only a matter of time until he started getting the same urges as the rest.