“You need to stop staring at him,” Seth said.
“Have you no soul?” Carol cried. “He’s standing out there in the pouring rain. He’s begging for us to let him.”
“No, we can’t let him in,” Seth insisted. “He’s diseased. He has the infection and if we let him in, he will kill us.”
“What happened to him?” Carol asked.
“When he was in the Maui six months ago, he was attacked by a puffer fish,” Seth explained. “Not many people realize that the puffer fish has a stronger bite than a piranha. Plus, they are poisonous and there is no known antidote.”
“But he obviously didn’t die from the poison,” Carol said. “So what’s wrong with him?”
“The poison didn’t kill him, but it infected his brain,” Seth said. “It made him insane and violent. He killed his wife last month and now he goes around biting people and infecting them, turning those he bites into zombie-like creatures.”
“Seth,” Carol screamed. “He’s pounding on the window! It’s starting to break.”
Seth grabbed Carol’s hand. “Run, Carol, run for you life.”
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge. The three things are puffer fish, soul, and staring.