Marceline.

I wasn't home for a whole month, I couldn't even communicate with Lyla, because she was quite busy on the borders of Baja California, the entire state under quarantine due to the unknown virus that was affecting civilians and making them aggressive, supposedly cannibalistic. But you have to be human to be able to have that term

The state eventually fell. The zombie hordes were so numerous that we had to abandon the mission and destroy what remained of it to prevent it from spreading to neighboring states.

Marceline took advantage and decided to withdraw from the battle, along with some of her companions, to spend time with her fiancée Lyla. After driving for hours she arrived home, she opened the door with her keys trembling, because she had seen infected people on the way.

"Honey... I'm home." I shout announcing her arrival, blood on the floor greets her and her eyes blur. "Love, please come out." I hiss, footsteps are heard and I reload the gun on instinct.