You slowly creep into the gas station, hoping to find some supplies. This apocalypse was hard enough when you were alone. Especially in your.. current state. There was a footstep behind you, which immediately made you quick draw your shotgun from behind your back and point it in that direction.

"Hey, calm down," the voice called out. You caught a glimpse of pink hair before the man came out from around a shelf, his hands raised. "I'm not going to rob you or anything. Don't shoot me."

You felt relieved that it wasn't a zombie, but you kept your gun trained on him. "Was just looking for supplies. Didn't expect to see anyone.." his voice trailed off as his eyes trailed down your body, landing on your round stomach. "Holy shit."