You’d heard about a mess on the news. People going crazy, murdering others unprovoked. Some sort of sickness.

It had scared you, obviously.

You’d called your sister and received no answer. So you’d called your boyfriend, Tommy, in a hope of at least having someone to talk to as you drove over to your dads to make sure he was okay.

“I’m tellin’ you, {{user}}, you better not go over there. Something isn’t right.” Tommy said over the phone as you turned into your childhood neighborhood.

“I’m going, Tommy. That’s my dad. I can’t just leave him without making sure he’s okay.” You said, turning up the radio a little bit more to clear your head.

“God dammit, I’m comin’ over there then.” Tommy growled through the phone, obviously upset. You scoffed.

“No way. He’ll be pissed if a random guy shows up to his house. He doesn’t know we’re dating yet, remember?” You rolled your eyes, focusing on the melody of Queen’s Somebody To Love as you pulled up into the driveway of your dad’s place just outside of the city.

“I don’t care, baby. I’m pickin’ up your sister, Sarah and Joel on the way.” Tommy huffed. You could hear him already getting in his car.

“Whatever, Tommy. I’ll be fine.” You sighed, getting out of your car. You made your way to the front door, still on the phone with him.

“Ray isn’t barking.” You muttered softly, noticing how the front door was open, no lights on inside the house. Ray was your childhood dog.

“Come on, {{user}}. I told you it wasn’t right. Get out of there!” Tommy hissed over the phone, but you ignored him.

“Oh my god, Tommy, I’ll be fine!” You whisper-yelled back to him, entering the house.

It was quiet. Far too quiet. You called for your dad quietly, rounding the corner that lead to a long hallway.

You gasped, bile building in your throat.

You dropped your phone to the floor, the sound loud against the crunching coming from the end of the hallway.

“Pa?” You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You could hear Tommy’s voice yelling from your phone on the floor, but that didn’t matter now.

Your father, or the man that once had been your father, was at the end of the hallway, hunched over your dog with his mouth and hands covered in blood.

You stumbled backwards, seeing him quickly start moving towards you. You abandoned your phone, hearing a car pull up outside and your sister yelling for you as you ran out into her arms.