Third Person's View

*Play Song*

"Zack..." Sylvana whimpers, fiddling anxiously with an empty test tube.

"Sylvana, she will meet someone when she meets someone. After that Ein boy, she's taking her time, and we should just let her." Zack assures, before typing something into his tablet.

"But I want my grandbabiessss!" Sylvana whines, folding her arms in annoyance, putting on her signature pouty face.

"Haha oh love, as do I, but she is capable of making her own choices. We should just let her be for now." Zack pours some viridescent liquid into navy blue fluid, observing the chemical reaction.

"Okay." Sylvana turns her attention back to her tablet, jotting down some notes about the reaction.

"The antidote is almost complete, though you know how I doubt its efficacy." Zack holds up a small vial of vibrant green liquid, handing it to Sylvana, who twists it in her fingers.

"Only one way to find out."

With lab gloves on and safety glasses adorned, she walks over to a large mouse trap home to a series of nervous squeaking critters. She gently takes out a large rat, lots of concerning foam and red spots around its mouth.

Rabies.

She places it down on the lab table. Taking the vial in hand, she places it in an injection syringe with ease.

Sylvana then sticks the needle into the rat's ass, the rat instantly shaking violently afterward.

"Zack!" Her eyes widen in panic.

"Wait..." He says, his eyes concentrated on the rat.

Nothing changes, the rat still violently shaking, as if experiencing a grand mal seizure.

Then it stops shaking, the red and the foam slowly fading away as if it were magic. The rat looks around the room, chattering quickly as if nothing of the negative sort had happened.

Sylvana and Zack leap up in success, joining in a brief victorious kiss, before returning to the rat to observe it.

"Ouch!" Sylvana exclaims, looking to a small bite mark on her finger, where a small prick of blood was spouting from it.

Zack grabs a nearby first aid kit. "Ah, doctor Zack to the rescue once more." Wiping an alcohol wipe across the wound, Zack places a band-aid around the small cut, Sylvana's unwavering smile still at large.

"We did it! We found the antidote. Now, to celebrate! Now, where did I put that champagne?"

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"You sure you don't want to come?" Katelyn tries to sway me in one last futile attempt, her head sticking out of the sedan's backseat window. All of them were dressed up to the nines to go to the local nightclub.

I simply nod, waving them off, watching them back out of the driveway and head off into the horizon.

I let out an exhausted yawn, shuffling back into the empty, quiet house.

Mom and Dad'll be back soon.

But till then...

I HAVE THE WHOLE HOUSE TO MYSELF!

What shall I do?

Walking dead marathon?

Yes, please!

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In record-timing, I have set myself down on the living room couch with Domino's pizza, Netflix, and a rather comforting fort of pillows.

Who needs a man when you have a...pillow fort!

Yeah, the girl's are right. I need to find someone. Or at least get laid.

I was halfway through the first episode when the door swings opens, my father stumbling in with my sickish looking mother in his arms bridal style, her complexion unusually grayish.

"Mom!" I shoot up and sprint over to them, worry digging it's claws into my stomach.

"I'm fine, Mija." She sure as hell didn't sound find. "Just feel a bit...nauseous, that's all. I better just get some rest."

Dad then brings Mom upstairs towards their bedroom, leaving me standing in the foyer.

*

The time is 4:00 am.

Everyone is fast asleep. It's so quiet that crickets echo into the night.

Until a slight growl arises in the room.

Zack wakes up groggily, looking over to his wife's spot on the bed.

Which was...empty.

He looks manically around the room, relieved to find her standing in the corner, her nightgown covering every inch of her skin, her dark raven hair spilling down her back.

She was just standing there, her back to Zack, staring aimlessly at the wall.

"Sylvana?" Zack questions warily, getting out of bed and walking slowly up behind her.

Sylvana doesn't answer. She just whips around at lightening speed, lunging at Zack, arms outstretched.

Zack's pained screams ring out into the night.

Aphmau shoots up in her bed, her eyes widening at what appears to be her father's screams.

She sprints her way frantically into her parent's room, stumbling down the hall. "Mom? Dad?"

"In here!"

Aphmau reaches her parents room and her stomach drops to the floor.

"Aphmau! Go into the closet and grab the two handcuffs on the top shelf!" Zack exclaims, wrestling with a grey Sylvana, her eyes pale white, and her complexion extremely grey, her mental state violent.

Aphmau does as he says, running to the closet and retrieving the handcuffs, tossing them to him.

Zack takes them in hand and locks them around Sylvana's wrist, Sylvana writhing extremely in his grasp, growling and screeching.

Aphmau backs up shakily to the wall, so confused on what this crazy grey animal was doing in her parent's room.

Zack then claps the other side of the handcuffs to the bedframe. After, he backs up to Aphmau's side, the clinking of the metal handcuffs wacking against the bedframe, Sylvana shaking and writhing uncontrollably.

"W-who is t-that?" Aphmau questions quietly, her breathes sharp.

"That's...your mother."

Aphmau's shocked expression does not perpertrate Zack's grim one. He solemnly glances to a circular grey bite on his arm. He sighs.

Zack walks slowly over to the other side of the bed frame, locking the other handcuffs to his wrist and the bed frame, looking to Aphmau with such a pitiful look in his eyes..

"Aphmau darling," Zack's voice breaks. "Please grab the handgun from the closet."

Aphmau does as she's told, taking the dangerous weapon in hand. She faces her father once more.

Zack drops his head, unable to look at his daughter. Sylvana is still writhing like a wraith and screeching like a banshee.

"Now, I'm about to ask you to do something that will be very difficult to do...but you have to do it, no matter what, okay?" Zack glances at his wife, and his face crumples.

He looks back at his daughter, biting his lip.

"You're going to have to shoot your mother and I."

Have a nice day my crystals!