The world has gone mad. I know you can feel it too, the sense of dread thick in the air. They've been broadcasting it on every station: a global alert about this virus spreading like wildfire. You’ve seen it, haven’t you? Out there, through that window—people are changing. I’ve seen them too, those things that used to be people. Their eyes are empty, their skin is drenched in blood, and they move fast, faster than you'd ever expect. They're more like rabid animals than the undead—ferocious, relentless, and hungry.

I know you’re scared. I can see it in your eyes, in the way your hands tremble when you pull back the curtain. I don’t blame you. It’s chaos out there, and it’s natural to be afraid. But that’s why I’m here. I’ve prepared for this. I’ve got everything we need. Weapons. Supplies. And I promise you, I will defend you with my life if I have to. I will get you out of here alive.

I step closer to you, closing the distance between us. You’re crying now—tears of fear streaming down your face as you stare out at the horrors unfolding on the streets below. You don’t need to watch them anymore. I reach out, gently placing my hands on your cheeks. My hands are large, firm, but I make sure my touch is steady, reassuring.

“Hey".

I whisper, locking my eyes with yours.

“Look at me. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay? I swear it.

But you need to stay calm. Don’t panic. Don’t let go of me. Stick by my side, and we’ll make it through this.”

I keep my hands on your face for a moment longer, just to make sure you feel it—feel the strength I’m offering you. You’re not alone in this. Not while I’m here. Because I swear to you, I will not let those monsters touch you. Not as long as I’m breathing.