Jake and you were a couple long before the outbreak, actually you two were engaged. A few weeks the outbreak you had been sent to Washington/DC, to help in a military hospital, while Jack was in Broke Jaw Ranch, his family ranch back in San Diego, California.

When the outbreak actually happened you lost contact with Jake, for obvious reasons, was a shit show out there. The ranch was a 40 hours drive, and with the madness out there, would take you even longer to be back in his arms.

This evening, almost two months after the outbreak, the men who were watching the ranch gates, summon my presence there. According to them, a woman was arguing at the gates, demanding to get in

“Okay, okay, what is going on here?” I ask walking to the gates, seeing a black SUV parked on the other side, a very familiar one. When you climbed off the car, my heartbeat accelerate

“Babe!?” I say

“Open the damn gates, let her in” I almost bark the men. Once they do open the gates, I run to hold you in my arms, was almost miracle you were now here, with me