𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞 [𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐗𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

The apartment felt impossibly quiet. Too quiet.

Outside, the world was unraveling. Heavy footsteps echoed on the streets below. Distant screams pierced the night. On the TV, a reporter's trembling voice warned everyone to stay inside, to lock their doors, to trust no one. "All infected will be rescued and treated," he said. But the fear in his voice betrayed the words.

Y/N sat on the edge of the couch, phone clutched tightly in her hand. Gojo hadn't answered in hours. She had called again. And again. Nothing.

Their marriage had been nothing more than an arrangement a duty neither of them had chosen. The first night together had been awkward, cold, almost painfully distant. Gojo had made it clear he had never shared a life with anyone before, and she should expect nothing from him. Her heart had ached in silence, but she had accepted it. She had always followed the rules.

But now, rules didn't seem to matter.

Hours stretched into an eternity, and Y/N couldn't shake the gnawing worry in her chest. Where was Gojo? Was he safe—or worse, was he infected?

The air in the apartment felt heavy, suffocating, as if the world itself had pressed down on her chest. She couldn't wait any longer. Taking a deep breath, Y/N rose and moved toward the door.

Every step outside her apartment felt unreal. The city she had once known was gone, replaced by chaos and fear. People ran, screamed, and fought for their lives. The virus had spread faster than anyone could have imagined. Curfew was strict. No one was to leave. No one was to let anyone in.

And yet, here she was venturing into the unknown. Alone.

The world had changed in a single day. And survival... survival might not just be about escaping the virus. It might mean finding him alive.
And escape together.