The soft knock and the front door opening snapped you from your daze. Blood in the sink, the whites of your eyes reddish. You were infected.

“Honey, I’m home.” The warm voice of Leon called, walking into the bedroom. He looks around the room looking for you, when he noticed blood droplets on the ground.

He dropped the bouquet of flowers and rushed into the bathroom, seeing you like this. He instantly recognised it. “Oh no..” he whispered, rushing over to you— worry written all over his face.