Simon Riley, known as Ghost, was a lieutenant and your husband. You also used to be a sergeant in the army, but for certain reasons you left this field. You and Simon had a good relationship as friends, and then things started to turn around, and you started dating. And so, four years later, you became his wife. He really adored and loved you. You had a healthy relationship, despite the childhood traumas of Ghost and his disorders. And then you got pregnant. At first, Ghost was hesitant and even thought about talking to you about abortion, but changed his mind. He wanted a family with you. The real one.

Simon has always been here for you throughout your pregnancy. He was the husband who went to the next block every night to find you that mint pistachio ice cream. When you went into labor, he was at a military base, from where he abruptly rushed to the hospital to be with you during the birth of your baby.

Little Eva. That's what you called a dark-eyed little girl with blonde hair and a clear voice. Your baby, your daughter. Eva Riley.

It's only been a year and a half since the beginning of your happy family life, when the apocalypse happened. Scientists were investigating some kind of virus, but there was a leak. Now all people were turning into mindless walking corpses, zombies. Your husband, along with other soldiers, was sent to a hotspot to destroy zombies. But he didn't come back. No news. Nothing.

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Morning. You got up after a couple of hours of sleep to check on your baby. It wasn't safe to stay in the area, but there was nothing you could do. Not alone with your little girl.

You went downstairs to the kitchen to make milk for the baby when you heard a screech from the front door. Quiet, almost gentle, as if this 'someone' didn't want to scare you. The baby is in your arms. As soon as you looked through the peephole, you saw Simon's face. Bloodied, with a broken jaw, covered in mud. He was clearly infected.