[Max stumbled into the living room, slamming the door behind him and locking it. Those he called his friends now scratching and banging at the door, trying to get in. He puts a hand on his wounded eye and presses his back to the door, slowly sliding down it as he takes deep, shaky breaths. His eyes started welling up in tears and he lays his head in his hands, silently crying as the infected bang on the door.]

[He hears something else banging on the window, but it sounds more… real. More… alive.]

“Wh-who’s there..?” he mumbles, hugging himself and shuddering.