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tear streaked face as he barked orders at his wife.  Moira flew up from the floor, disappearing through the kitchen and down the hall.  She returned a few moments later with a green 800 thread count Egyptian cotton bed sheet from the guest bedroom.  Samson tied the sheet as tightly as he could around his son’s arm and then wrapped and tied again until he was sure it was good enough to allow the bleeding to subside for the time being.  That was the first and last time Moira didn’t get angry about someone ruining something in their home.
    The eater that bit Robbie never showed up at the front door.  Samson to this day didn’t know how his son had gotten away and made it home unnoticed by whichever undead had attacked him.  An hour had passed and his wife and daughter sat at his son’s side as his fever grew worse with every passing minute.  Samson stood by the door watching them with a grim look on his face, knowing what was coming.
    When the world starting falling apart and all his cases were delayed “until further notice” he had been at the county jail, just finishing up with a client.   On his way out he overheard a couple of the guards discussing “abandoning ship” after seeing a few of the prisoners attack one another and that they had realized the infection was spreading so fast because it was spreading through the bites.  Samson then saw it for himself from the comfort of his own home as his friends and neighbors ripped each other apart outside in the street.  The unlucky bastards that bled out too quickly got back up in just seconds and joined their attackers in chasing someone else.
    “Moira, we need to talk.”  She looked up at him, her make up running down her face, her hands and clothes covered in dried blood. 
    “I’ll get fresh sheets for Robbie.”  She stood up and walked to the closet.
    “Moira, please, we need to talk about this.”  She scowled at him as he pleaded with her, sheets in hand she closed the closet door.
    “What is it Sammy?”  She placed a hand on her hip and waited for his response.  Keira looked at her parents, fear in her round brown eyes.
    “I need to speak with you privately.  Please.”  He shared a soft smile with Keira before he stepped into the hallway and motioned for his wife to follow him.  Moira placed the sheets at the end of the bed and left the room, closing Robbie’s door behind her.  “Moira,”  he placed his hands gently on her shoulders.  “Robbie is dying, he’s been bitten.”
    “You don’t know that!”  She snapped back at him in hushed anger.  “You don’t know shit!  You just need to get your ass out to a pharmacy and get something to help him!”  She shook his hands from her body and pushed him away.
    “He’s been bitten!  Obviously!”  Samson argued back.  “You know damn well what happens to-“
    Moira cut him off with a slap across the face.  Leti, hearing the angry slap from all the way downstairs called out to them, “Is everything alright up there?”
    “Stay out of this Leti!  You have work to do!”  Moira shouted down to her.  “And as for you,” she shoved a finger into Samson’s chest, “whatever it is you are suggesting I will have you know that I will kill you myself.  That is my son you are talking about!”
    Samson was stunned.  “He’s our son, Moira.  That is our son in there, but he will not be for very much-“ a blood curdling scream erupted from their son’s room, filling the house and interrupting him midsentence.  “Keira!”  Samson yelled as he pushed past Moira and threw open Robbie’s door.
    He did not want to believe the nightmare happening before his eyes.  Robbie, mere minutes ago had been passed out, but was now on top of his sister, ripping out her throat like a savage beast.  He ran to his children and in one fierce movement tore Robbie off of Keira and threw him to the floor.  Moira ran to her daughter who lay sprawled out on the bed, choking on her