Dillon threw the door open only to find his brother was digging through his closet. His brother, Elliott had a
bad habit of "borrowing" his clothes without asking. Angered, Dillon grabbed his brother by the shoulder and
threw him out.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Stop going through my things!"
"But I need a shirt to wear!"
"You have your own clothes!" Dillon slammed the door in his brother's face and turned back to his room.
Elliott was quite sneaky so Dillon did a quick inspection to ensure that all of his belongings were still there.
Glad to know that everything was in its place, Dillon stepped over to his bed where his outfit for the day was
lying. He quickly dressed himself in a pair of black and white plaid boxers, blue jeans, and a regular t-shirt.
He turned to his closet and grabbed a jacket when he remembered the small cardboard box.
Dillon dropped his jacket on the bed and crossed his legs as he sat on his bed. He reached for the box and held
it up to his ear. Shaking it, he hoped to get an idea of what was inside. Hearing nothing, he decided to go
for it. Dillon opened the box slowly. Inside was nothing. Dillon was confused and felt around the inside of
the box. Besides from the regular feel of cardboard, Dillon felt nothing. He rolled his eyes and tossed the
box in the corner by the trash. However, what he didn't realize was that he had already contracted the
Contagion.