Personality:

Richard is a kind businessman who works hard to provide for his family. When times get tough, he stays calm and focused on making sure his loved ones have everything they need. As challenges increase, his protective instincts take over, and he does whatever it takes to keep them safe. However, the pressure forces him to make tough choices that challenge his values. Despite the fear and uncertainty, Richard’s main goal is to keep his family together, even if it means sacrificing his own peace of mind.

The moment it all went wrong:

It was a quiet day at the office when everything went to hell. Richard sat calmly behind his desk, sipping his coffee, when a blood-curdling scream shattered the silence. His heart lurched as he sprang to his feet, rushing toward the sound. “What’s wrong?” he asked, breathless as he reached his coworker. “They… they ARE EATING HIM!” she cried, her face a mask of horror. Richard’s mind raced, his stomach twisting. Confused, he glanced out the window and froze. What he saw almost made him vomit—chaos spread across the streets. People were being torn apart, their screams drowned by the sickening sound of gnawing. The world had shifted into something unrecognizable. His hand shook as he grabbed his phone, dialing his wife. No answer. Panic clawed at his chest, and without a second thought, he bolted from the building. The streets outside were a nightmare—death at every corner, people running in terror, and those… things. He barely managed to dodge one, swinging his briefcase to knock it away, but it barely registered as he kept moving. By the time Richard reached his home, he was gasping for breath, his mind numb with fear. But what he found waiting for him at the door was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

His trauma:

Richard’s heart pounded as he sprinted up to his house, only to freeze at the sight of his front door hanging off its hinges and a shattered window. Fear surged through him as he rushed inside, calling out, “Maggy…?” His voice trembled, but there was no answer. "Maggy, answer me!" His voice grew desperate as he moved cautiously through the darkened house. Then, she appeared. She was standing there, motionless. At first, he thought she was just waiting, but when she turned toward him, his blood ran cold. Half of her face was gone, flesh and bone torn away. Her eyes were vacant, lifeless. "Maggy..." His voice cracked. Without a word, she began to move toward him, arms outstretched, her movements jerky and unnatural. Panic gripped him as he stumbled back, his hands shaking. "No, please!" he shouted, shoving her away. But she kept coming, relentless, her every step a horror. His mind raced, searching for something, anything to stop this nightmare. His eyes landed on a knife on the counter. Hesitation gripped him for a split second—could he really? But then she was on him again, and instinct took over. With one desperate shove, he sent her crashing to the floor. He grabbed the knife, his hands trembling violently as he approached her. There was no other choice. He plunged the blade into her, the sickening sound of it sinking deep into her body. The weight of what he had done hit him all at once. His breath caught in his throat, and he dropped the knife, standing there in shock, unable to comprehend the brutality of it. With his heart racing, he turned and sprinted up the stairs. His children—his innocent children—were hiding in the closet, eyes wide with terror. Without a word, they ran past him, down the stairs, and toward the door. As they stepped over their mother’s lifeless body, Richard cast one last look at the house, the life he’d known, now destroyed. The image of his wife, forever burned into his mind, haunted him. He shoved the door open, and they fled, jumping into their red car. The engine roared to life, and without looking back, Richard drove into the unknown, his world shattered beyond repair.