I Know What You Did Last Summer

Photo credit: Robsalot (that's me!)

It’s not as bad as you think. The words just kept repeating themselves over and over in her head, like some sort of crazy mantra.

Lucy opened the door slowly, any noise would draw his attention, and she peered through the crack into her living room. Tom was standing with his back to her, his shoulders were slightly slumped, his arms dangled lifelessly at his sides. Despite how quite she had been, he somehow sensed she was there. Shuffling, he turned towards her. Lucy stifled a scream as she caught sight of his hollow eyes and strangely twisted, drooling mouth. Quickly she swung the door shut again, turning the key in the lock to secure it.

Oh yes, this is definitely way worse than she thought.

Lucy walked to the window at the end of the hallway and looked out over the apartment’s parking lot, contemplating her next move. Should she call 911? Would they even know what to do to help him? As she pulled out her cellphone she heard loud knocking. She wheeled around just in time to see the building super twisting the key in her apartment’s lock.

“No” she screamed as she rushed forward, but it was too late. In a flash a hand shoved through the crack in the now open door and grabbed him, pulling him inside.

She raced forward, and as she reached for the door handle she couldn’t help but to look into the room. There was her husband, hunched over the super, making a mess of her Pottery Barn area rug. Squeezing her eyes closed against the gruesome scene, she pulled the door shut and locked it once more.

Tom wasn’t the only one, though she hadn’t known about the others when the changes started. It was subtle at first, a sudden craving for red meat, the rarer the better. Then he began to lose color in his skin and eyes. In the beginning the doctors didn’t really have an explanation, some sort of anemia they thought? Whatever it was, Tom said he felt fine, better than ever actually, so they just continued on with their lives. Then last night everything changed. She awoke just after midnight to the sounds of a snarling animal, but it wasn’t an animal. It was her husband. Lucy barely made it out of the apartment alive.

As time went on more people became infected, and the public demanded answers, but it took a while for doctors to piece it together, mostly because there was a nine month gap between infection, and well, what Tom had finally become. The virus, they discovered was only spread one way. Furious at the news, Lucy grabbed an axe and marched down to the detention center where the infected were kept, waiting for a cure. She barged past the guards to Tom’s cell, and with one swoop of her axe she lopped off his head while screaming, “I know what you did last summer, how dare you cheat on me!”