text: (This is my first time writing a short story, pls enjoy and let me know what I can do to better myself or if I should continue the story.) It had been his first day back to work and as expected he had gotten countless, meaningless pathetic greetings of "Hey, how have you been? Everything alright? Let me know if you need anything. I'm sorry for your loss..." and after such a depressing day followed by a few too many drinks, he stumbled up to his door, turned the handle, and pushed it open, not noticing the door was unlocked. As the door slowly creaked open and the moonlight filled the room, he sluggishly lifted his head and noticed a still, silent, lifeless silhouette sitting in his living room. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wipe away the drunken lenses that were smeared across his face. His vision slightly cleared and he could make out that the silhouette was a side portrait of a woman who seamed to be cradling something in her hands. He took in a sharp breath as he dropped his briefcase, "Hello!?" he called out. "W-who's there!?". The only response he got back was a strange noise, as if someone was trying to inhale air through their crushed wind pipe. He slowly and cautiously stepped forward, crossing into the threshold of his home as he put his hand against the wall, feeling for the light switch in the corridor. "Hello!? Who are you!? I-I-I will call the police!". With one hand on the wall finally finding the light switch, he reached his other hand into his pocket and grabbed his phone. While pulling his phone out of his pocket he flipped the switch on the wall and the lights flickered on, revealing the silhouette to be Shui, his said-to-be deceased wife. The first victim that had passed away due to the virus named COV19-ID also called the Koron Virus. He dropped his phone and stood there in awe. "Shui? Is that you!?". This time the response he got back, though hard to understand, was slightly more vocal. "Fng... Feng..." She muttered as she slowly looked up at him. Her skin was pale and her eyes seemed glossed over from what he could tell, but still, sure enough, that was his beloved Shui, sitting there naked on the floor, cradling a framed picture of their wedding day. Tears began to fall from his eyes. As he ran towards her, he fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around her and hugged her deeply. "I thought I had lost you forever", he sobbed. "I don't understand, how are you here? They told me you had passed away. That I wasn't allowed to see you and that they would burn the body to prevent any further spread of the infection, but I guess they were wrong. They must've been able to revive you and just didn't tell me." He loosened his embrace on her and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Why are you naked on the floor?" he questioned as he leaned back slightly so that he could see her and her elegant smile once again. Unfortunately, things were not as he had hoped. Sitting this close to her made it obvious of the changes she had gone through. Her pale skin was cold to the touch. The round pupils of her eyes that he could spend days lost in, were now vertically slit and filled with the look of starvation. The small ears that hid under her long, flowing hair now had pointed tips that peaked out through the strands of her hair. The beautiful nails that he would help her paint were now twice as long and slightly pointed at the end. As she began to open her mouth to speak, she revealed two elongated, cuspid teeth hidden under the lips he used to kiss so much. "Feng..." she whispered, "I'm... hungry...