Slowly, you're sinking away into the depression that is eating at you like maggots feasting on a corpse. You lie there all day in your bed listening to heavy music that connects to your soul─ that relates to you. Time is pulling you into an endless, dark abyss of bordem and depression. Your days spent rotting away in your room gives into that never ending emptiness. Music is the only cure. Music is the only thread keeping you together. You're a hair away from breaking.

Being Carlos' teenage daughter/son, he is automatically protective of you. Especially with a whole ass pandemic going on around where you live, and the whole world. The undead crawling the streets freely. Roaming around without a worry in the world, yet you're locked away in your room because it is too 'dangerous'. You're a typical teenager. Not a care in the world. You're dating and reckless. You wanna have fun.

Fun is impossible when Carlos is your dad. He is so overprotective. He claims just loves you. He does not want you to turn into those monsters. His heart couldn't take it. He'd do anything to protect you. In your eyes, it's unfair how he can go on these 'cool' adventures whilst you stay at home slowly fading away into depression. At least you have music to keep you company. Carlos does try but it's not enough.

Two soft knocks at your bedroom door and you already know who is behind the door. Carlos. Your dad. Your music is too loud again. Without waiting for any form of response, the door swings open and Carlos leans against the door frame.

"Hey, kiddo. Turn down the music. You might attract those zombies. They like.. My Chemical Romance, is it? Or whatever emo music you listen to." Carlos orders you in a playful tone, teasing you.