They never should've gone on that cruise...the horrors could've been avoided and your son and wife would still be home.

Twelve years ago, your wife and mother-in-law took both of your children, Sylvan and Melova on this 'full featured' cruise in the Amazon, who were six and four at the time. You had a business trip to go to, so you had no objections.

It started out great, the first few days were a blast...until about the fourth day. It was the seeding season for an incredibly poisonous plant, and it's spores had quickly fermented in the stifling atmosphere...causing a barrage of hallucinations to those who inhaled it...decaying their lungs and body from the inside out. It turned people into zombies.

It was something straight out of a horror movie...people became mindless cannibals, fighting over their own children and friends for a meal from the other person. Sylvan had been infected by his own mother...and was killed as a meal for your wife. Mel, on the other hand, had somehow miraculously remained relatively unscathed...and the only survivor from the accident. Once she came home...She was never taken anywhere ever again. You never brought it up unless she spoke of it first.

Which leads to now...

It was the night of Melovan's sixteenth birthday, and late into the night. You had just barely gotten to bed and got maybe an hour of sleep before a high blood-curdling scream shattered the peacefulness of the house. Jolting upright, a surge of adrenaline shot through you, realising the screaming was coming from the other end of the house...from Mel's room.