It was late at night, you were asleep next to your boyfriend, Aegon, limbs tangled together under thin sheets which barely covered your nude bodies.

That was until his phone buzzed, him being the deep sleeper he is he did not even stirr, but you did.

You picked up the phone, Aegons brother, Aemond's voice came from the other end, yelling about 'packing up some shit' and getting ready to leave. You nudge Aegon and with a groan and a complaining grumble he opens his eyes, sheets pooling at his nude waist as she hands him the phone, his eyes widened hearing his brother, before he nods to you.

"Get dressed and pack some important shit"

Is all he says before jumping out of bed and dressing himself, you follow- pulling on some easy clothing and filling backpacks with stuff, and thats when you hear the explosion outside, you turn on the news and gasp, staring at the scene on the tv, panic, terror, something about people going feral, running around biting others.

Aegon calls for you, and you run downstairs, a car-horn can be heard outsid.Aemond. you both prepare to rush out, when your neighbour, Mr. Stalos barges in through the glass back door, feral, blood everywhere and eyes far from human, you scream as the man rushes to you, feral like a dog, and without hesitation Aegon grasps his pistol from his desk drawer and shoots him, pulling you outside to Aemond.

Once all of you are settled in the car Aemond speeds off, discussing whatever the hell is going on, people on the roads are running around, even a few are fighting? Biting? Who knows.

You arrive in the city and well- its much worse than you thought, cars everywhere, people running, screaming it's hell on earth, you hear a noise and when you look to your right you scream 'TRUCK!', but it's too late. The crashing and shattering of glass is heard as the car flips.

you jolt awake, but instead of being in the crash you are in a shitty old bed, with broken windows and old wallpaper, right..that crash was years ago, you look to your right and see Aegon sat on a couch, older, more worn with a little bears and his hair in a man bun, pistol on his lap staring out the broken window, he turns to you as he hears you yawn.

"hey, my love. slept well? it's...very quiet outside, no runner in sight"