Roberts Part:
“Hey umm.. Robert?” called a female voice from down the hallway. Robert was in his computer room, typing the last bit of things for the important meeting Dr. Pepper was holding the next morning. “Ya, be there in a few minutes darling!” he called out as he was typing the letter. It had to be finished before that night, so the boss could read it. It was very important that the meeting went through, because that means Dr. Pepper would had expanded with our companies. “Robert… I need help!” called the female again, but with a stern voice. Robert rolled his eyes and pushed himself away from the desk and slowly made his way down the hallway. He walked past his sons room, looking in to see him still sleeping. Robert continued into his room, to see the bathroom light on. He walked to the frame of the door and leaned in. His wife was in the shower.
“Yes Anna?” Robert said softly to her. “Robert, it hurts.” he pushed himself from the door frame and slightly turned his head. “What hurts?” he asked confused. “It hurts! Everywhere! Robert.. please..” Robert quickly get to the shower and pulled the curtain over, to see his wife laying in the bath tub, rubbing all over her body. He gasped when he saw what had started to grow on her body. “Anna!” he said softly as he kneeled down and grabbed her hand. “What happened!?” he asked quickly. He ran his hand over one of the boils that was growing on her arm. He could feel the thin layer of skin ready to bust open in any moment. “Oh no..” He stood up and looked around. “Anna.. stay here.. I will get you some help!” he said, running out of the bathroom. He jogged to his office, and picked up the phone to dial 911. When he hit the talk button, nothing happened. He hung up the call and dialed again.. nothing.
Robert slammed the phone down and leaned over his desk, wondering how she had gotten.. it. He made sure that his job a loud them both to stay home with this disease ran wild across the states. He turned around, leaning against his desk, he closed his eyes and sighed, trying to figure out what to do. “Mo-mommy?” Robert heard from down the hallway. Before he could process what his son had just said, there was a bloody scream from his only son. Robert pushed himself away from the desk, causing his desk to tip over. He ran out of his room to see a trail of blood leading into his son’s room. Robert quickly made his way to the door entrance to see his wife tearing into their son.
Some of the boils on her skin had already ruptured, forming what looked to be roses on her body. His saw his saw reaching out to him, saying nothing. Robert grabbed a baseball bat that was near the door and swung it at his wife. He kept hitting her till she released Vince. She stood up, eyes blood shot, and breathing hard. She started at him, causing Robert to swing again, but this time at her head. There was a slight yelp from her before she hit the ground, motionless. Robert looked at his wife, dropping the bat next to him. He stood there for a moment before looking at his son, who looked like he was trying to hold on to what life he had left.
His wife had bit into his neck, causing him to bleed out. Parts of his shoulders were missing, his cheek had been chewed into. Robert went over to his son and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. Biting his lip and closing his eyes, he whispered “I love you son…”, causing the tears to flood out. His son pulled away slightly, start to gasp for air. Vince raised his hand slowly, placing it onto his father’s cheek, and smiling. He nodded to his father’s reply. Robert placed his hand over his sons and closed his eyes, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Within a few moments, Vince’s hand went motionless. Robert let out a soft cry, pulling his son closer to him. He wrapped both of his arms around him and began to cry. He just lost everything that he loved in a single night. Both of which he had to watch pass away. Robert reached over to his wife’s hand and grabbed it, crying a little harder. He pulled Vince away and laid him on the ground in front of him, looking back at his hands. He closed his eyes, hoping all of it was a dream. He opened his eyes back open to see the horror that had just happened.
Robert pulled himself into a standing position, grabbing the baseball bat and walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked into his room, tossing the bat next to the door, and looking around. Robert noticed something on his wife’s night stand. Robert walked over to the stand, to see a written letter, with a picture of them two. Roberts eyes began to fill again.. she knew she was turning. He reached down and grabbed the letter and picture. He tucked it into his back pocket, and went into the bathroom. He walked in front of the mirror, only to see his shirt, face and hands was covered in blood. He turned the water faucet on and began to wash all the blood from his arms and face.