It was a cold winter night, with the deserted streets lit by the uncanny full moon. It was scary yet beautiful in it’s own way but ever since the spread of the virus things had changed tremendously and no one was ever going to live like before.
Martha returned late from work, thus risking her safety. She got back from shower and realized that she had accidentally left the window open. As she saw her reflection in the mirror, to her horror she found blood oozing out from two tiny spots on her neck. “Help!” her parrot squawked and flapped.