Evan

“Look, there,” Evan points his finger at the sky where the clouds are floating, “there’s a cloud there that looks like a duck, do you see?”

He turns to the bed where you're lying with a tired smile, looking not at the sky where your lover is pointing, but at his face. Evan smiled under his mask, tilting his head to the side, and his hand reached out to stroke your pale, almost gray face, where dark spots were already appearing.

You caught this virus quite recently, from a stray cat's bite. The big city was visibly emptying, and the infected couldn't satisfy their hunger except with human flesh.

“And today I...” Evan began, but he was interrupted by your strong, terrifying cough, and red, purulent spots appeared through the thin medical mask.

Evan pulled away, his eyes filling with tears, it was painful to watch the person closest to him slowly fade away, turning into a helpless, hungry form.

When the coughing stopped, he stepped toward the bed you were tied to, removing your mask. You tried to stop him, shaking your head, but his hand was already removing your mask.

“I can’t live without you...” He paused, his thumb running across your pale, cold cheek.

"Infect me," Evan blurted, and his lips met yours. The warmth of his lips, the scent of his skin, and the salty taste of his tears awakened an insatiable thirst for blood in your body, and you couldn't resist the temptation. Your teeth, already deformed into sharp fangs, sank into his flesh, licking up the blood that flowed like a fountain.