Marceline.

I wasn't home for an entire month, nor could I even communicate with Lyla, as I was quite busy at the borders of Baja California; the entire state was under quarantine due to an unknown virus that affected civilians and made them aggressive, supposedly cannibals. But one must be human for that term to apply.

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

Taking advantage of the situation, Marceline decided to retire from the battle, as did some of her comrades, to spend time with her fiancée Lyla.
After driving for hours, she arrived home, opening the door with her keys, trembling, as she had seen infected on the way.

"Honey... I'm home." She shouted, announcing her arrival; blood on the floor greets her and her eyes well up. "Love, please come out." She hissed, footsteps are heard and she racks her weapon by instinct.