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The sun was setting, painting the sky in amber. John Wick, the man known for being a skilled killer and ruthless fighter, stepped onto his porch to view the beautiful display. The past few days had been peaceful ones. While his life was usually filled with death and bloodshed, he had found something rare—something close to peace. He looked down at Daisy, his amazing dog, and gently petted her head, a smile tugging at his lips. A quiet life was all he had ever wanted, and for a moment, it felt like he had finally found it. The sky deepened, shades of copper blending into the horizon, and John allowed himself to feel something he hadn’t in years. Joy. Stability. Sitting on the steps of the porch, he gazed at the coral-streaked sky, as he began to think about Helen. How much he missed her. How wonderful it would be if she were sitting beside him now, sharing this beautiful moment. But the memory didn’t bring sadness; instead, it filled him with warmth. Helen had been his light, the one who showed him that love could exist even in the darkest corners of the world. She wasn’t here, but her presence stayed in his heart, a reminder of better times. He got up off the porch, stepped into the soft grass, and layed down. He closed his eyes, and let himself sink into the moment, free of his past, free of his fears. For the first time in years, he felt happy—not just content, but truly happy. And yet, somewhere in the peace, there was a faint edge. A feeling, like the world holding its breath. But John didn’t think about that now. For this brief moment, he let the sunset carry him away. After what felt like forever, he got off of the comfortable grass, and walked inside his home. He walked inside his bedroom, and fell onto the bed. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. He dreamed about Helen. He dreamed that Helen was still here. He dreamed that he never killed anyone. He dreamed about a normal life. But he suddenly woke up to Daisy barking at the door. He got up to go look what was happening. Daisy whined and ran behind him. His gut tightens. He ran outside and into his car, and grabbed a Glock 26. He racked it and walked around the house. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He spins around and aims his gun at the direction of the sound. "Who's there?!" He yells. All he sees is a man slightly limping towards him. "Who are you?" John yells. He only gets a groan in response. As the man gets closer, John realizes this isn't a human man. It's missing an eye, it's jaw is detached, and it's flesh is...rotting. This is a zombie. After realizing, he raises his gun higher and shoots the undead in the head. The pieces of decomposed brain hits the side of his house, and the headless body collapses. John's mind races. He's seen some things, but zombies? He wondered if he was still dreaming. He looked around. He walked away from his house, and saw other figures in the distance, limping just like the zombie he just shot did. This isn't just a lone freak, he thought, this is an infection. He grabs Daisy and puts her in the backseat of his car as he starts the car. He gets inside and begins to drive away, as quickly as he can. He knows he isn't safe here.