I drove home as fast as I could, my vision blurry. God only knows how I made it home safely without any road accidents.

When I arrived home, I was greeted with a horror worse than anything I'd witnessed in Miami. My yard had become a sea of blood and corpses. My house had become a mass slaughterhouse. It was hard not to run over the bodies as I pulled my car in the driveway.

“Josh. Thank God. I thought they killed you. Where's Fiona?”

Erick lunged at me as soon as I got out of the car. He ...