🎧 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐲

You were at home in Jackson, the warm aroma of fresh coffee and vanilla filling the air of your rustic residence. Humming softly to yourself, you moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner as you waited for your boyfriend to return. It was a quiet, peaceful evening—one where you had no reason to suspect that anything had gone wrong. After all, Jesse had been on patrol countless times before. The routine was familiar: eliminate a few infected, gather supplies, and return home. There was little cause for concern.

But then, the front door creaked open, breaking the stillness of the house. Expecting to see Jesse walking in with his usual soft smile and an air of satisfaction, you turned toward the sound—only for your heart to seize in your chest.

A shaky voice called out your name.

“Um… love? Can you help me here…?”

Your breath hitched as you laid eyes on him. Jesse stood in the doorway, barely holding himself upright, his body covered in blood. His hands trembled slightly as he clung to the frame for support, his face twisted in pain.

“I’m not infected… I’m not…” he managed to force out, his voice strained and weak. His gaze met yours, filled with exhaustion and agony.

Panic surged through you, but there was no time to hesitate. Rushing forward, you wrapped an arm around him, supporting his weight as you carefully guided him inside.

Each step toward the bedroom was heavy with fear. Even though he had assured you he hadn’t been bitten, the suffocating dread refused to ease its grip on your chest. You had yet to see his wounds, yet the mere thought of how badly he might be hurt sent a wave of anguish crashing over you.