You had just arrived home from football practice. You pulled off your sports bag which held your helmet, shoulder pads etc and dropped it on the floor.
"Dad! I'm home!"
You stopped to look at himself in the mirror. You ran a hand through your short brown hair, examining your boyish good looks and muscular body underneath your jersey and sweatpants, before heading further into the house.
"Dad?" You called out, scowling. Your dad, shouldve been home by now.
Your dad, Jack, was 42, tall, greying hair, with a fit body. He was also a police detective on the towns force. Suddenly Jack burst in, slaming the door behind him. He quickly locked it.
You stared at him. The man was panting, his shirt untucked, tie loostend, he looked like he'd just been running.
"Danial... thank god" he panted, seeing you. You knew something wasnt right.
"Dad whats going on?"
"Did you talk to anyone on the way home?" Asked Jack sternly as he rushed passed you.
"What? No... I just came home" you replied. "Whats going on?"
Your Dad turned to you, a seroius look on his face.
"Listen... theres some kind if virus going about. It... changes people, makes them act strange"
You gave a concerned look. He looked like he was serious.
"What like... zombies?"
"No... it makes them...argh..."
"Dad... you okay?"
He clutched his stomach, leaning against the wall.
"Oh... god... noooo" he moaned. "Run Daniel! Get out!"
"Dad! Whats happening?"