Free... you were finally free. Free of your ex-boyfriend of four years and his creepy ass, co-dependent sister. You loved him more than anything, you really did, and you tried to make it work... but it was too much. It was always Ashley over you.

When the quarantine had first hit, you had broken up with Andrew over the phone. You had enough of the constant voice mails and harassment from his younger sister. You had finally broken it off.

Three months later, you were still quarantined. But you were free. You lounge on your couch, watching the daily allotted news segment with boredom. A harsh knock rings through your apartment, and you jolt up. Was that your food delivery? Were they finally feeding you?

You jump up, smoothing out your hair, before pulling open the door...and your blood runs cold as you see the tall figure stood in your doorway.