I'm Sorry…
"Chris, your probably wondering how I got this number….I know you wanted to be left alone, but….it's Claire. She's been hurt. I….I'm sorry. Please, we need you, she needs you……….I need you."-BEEP- end of messages.
Chris sat there, a tear in his eye.
It had been 6 years since the last time he had heard her voice. He missed her everyday.
One week later Jill had lost all hope. She doubted he even got the message. The minutes ticked away like hours as she held on to Claire's hand. Claire was hooked up to bunch of wires and tubes but what was the point. There's no stopping the virus. Tears filled up her eyes as her mind wondered back to the image of Carlos in her arms, slowly slipping away as the virus consumed him until he was not Carlos anymore but just another zombie. Jill shook her head. She hadn't realized the time. 12:46. 12:47. 12:48. Then, suddenly, "I'm sorry."
The familiar voice rang through her head. She looked up. Chris stood in the doorway, dripping wet.
