up, re-enters the house through the kitchen door and enters the code to the bunker in the cupboard.
Suddenly he is awake again. The bunker still lit by the dimmed lights of the lamps in the ceiling and the monitors at the other end of the room.
So the infection, came to him here, at his home. There was a village a few miles down from his house in the other direction to the town. It was closer but more of a sleepy corner of the world with rich farmers and retired folk. You’d never see them apart from when they took their canoes out for some fishing or Jet Ski’s to play around in. Mostly they just lived there in the summer months. The Atlantic wind was not something most people liked.
They must have come from that