[color=hotpink]It was late in the evening, and Destiny was eating dinner alone in their living room when the first news article showed up on her Facebook page. A town nearby had identified someone as having a "zombie-like" virus. It was a story she had seen on her feed several times in the previous years, so she had assumed it to be fake and continued scarfing down her chicken-fried steak TV dinner. With her husband currently at work, she figured that she would watch a few episodes of Durarara and then head off to bed. Their darling puppy had already curled into his kennel and fallen asleep, so after awhile she did the same. The morning provided quite a shock, though, as she woke up to find that her husband had never returned home from his shift.

In an immediate panic, she stumbled out of bed in her blue nightgown and unplugged her cellphone from the foot of the bed, calling him. There was an immediate dial tone. Thinking she could call their manager, she dialed the number for the office and waited. Once again, an immediate dial tone. [i]This is strange... Is my phone broken?[/i] Destiny looked at the screen and noticed it not only had no bars, but no internet, either. So she made her way out of the bedroom to try and contact him through the computer. Had he gotten in an accident? Was he in the hospital? All her mind could focus on was Dustin. She did not even notice her puppy whimpering in the corner, having sensed the impending doom that had fallen on Enapay overnight.

Once she realized that the computer had no internet, she began to really worry. What was going on? It seemed strange for all of their electronics to stop working at the same time. Her tablet, Dustin's laptop, they all had no service. Things were only beginning in this town, and Destiny was completely oblivious. All she wanted was to know where her husband was. Decidedly, she put on a fresh pair of clothes and brushed her hair. It would be best just to go down to the store and see what had happened. After all, he might have been mugged or something and the manager wouldn't even have any idea. The worst images of him laying in an alley somewhere treaded through her mind.

Locking the puppy in the kennel, she pet his head, assuming he was whimpering because she was leaving. "It's okay. I'll be home soon!" She gave him a half-hearted smile before darting toward the door. She opened it wide, only to be greeted with the worst smell she had ever encountered, and a bloody face with hands reaching out toward where the door had once been. It took her a second to process what was in front of her. This man, with brown hair falling from his head, [i]reeked[/i] and was covered in what Destiny had immediately identified as blood. Her eyes glanced over his peeling, decaying skin for only a moment before she let out a blood-curdling shriek that echoed throughout the apartment building, and then promptly slammed the door in its face.

[i]Zombie... THAT WAS A F*CKING ZOMBIE![/i][/color]