There was a knock at the door, and I answered only to be interrupted by a warrant to my face. The office barged into my home, claiming that a woman I knew closely had just passed away, and they had reason to believe I had something to do with it. I attempted to plead with the officer, but he was intent on searching my house, rummaging through cabinets and overturning furniture.
Then he entered my room, and dragged my bed away from the wall. And there she was—a rotting corpse. But, I had not put here there? I begged, but the office handcuffed me to the bed and left to get backup.
I sat down on the bed, defeated. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the corpse twitch. I didn’t think much of it, she’s dead, how could she move? But then she rolled over and pushed herself off the ground. I got up and tried to turn away, but tied to the bed there wasn’t much I could do. I tried screaming out for the officer, but why would he listen to me?
The woman lunged at me, grabbing and biting my arm. The start of the outbreak.