David sat back in his gaming chair, the controller gripped tightly in his hands as he tried to focus on the screen. The game was intense, but his mind kept drifting, his thoughts lingering on how quickly everything had changed. A few weeks ago, he was playing at Old Trafford, under the bright lights and the roar of the crowd. Now, he was holed up in his small apartment, in his boxers, with a Chinese takeaway on the way. The mighty had fallen, indeed.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Ugh, finally!" David groaned, throwing his controller on the couch. He stood up, stretching and grabbing his mask from the table as he headed to the door. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake the habit of taking precautions, even if it was just for a food delivery.
As soon as he opened the door, he shouted, "Stay five feet away!"