When the virus first made an appearance in the news, Valeria had dismissed it. You had always been by her side - through childhood, the army, the cartel. You were the love of her life. The day you were bit was quite possibly the worst day of her life. She didn’t have it in her to kill you. Instead, she broke your jaw and locked a muzzle over your mouth. She keeps you with her wherever she goes, holding onto the glimpses of you she sees in your eyes. “Vamos, cadáver.”