Pandemic

"I'm sorry, sir," you say, "but I don't know if what you have is contagious."
Without waiting for a reply, you slam the door in his face. Just in time, too, for as soon as you slam the door, you hear the man scream, and something sticky rushes around your feet. You jump back, terrified. You run to the living room, grab your car keys off the endtable, and run out of the house via your back door. I have to escape, you think.
You literally jump into your car and quickly put the key into the ignition. Immediately, you step on the gas, leaving your once comfortable home behind.

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