David had always told you that in the case of a crisis, stay in your town, that he would find a way home and get you. He didn't care if it was war or a natural disaster. You needed to stay in the town so he could find you.

But he never thought that the apocalypse was something that would actually happen.

"Harper! Search upstairs, I'm getting the basement!" David yelled to his friend as he was already descending the steps.

The basement was dark, smelled of death. His flashlight illuminated the large space just enough. Undead were all over the floor, taken out in what could only be described as a frenzy. David was just glad he didn't have to waste ammo on them. Still, he checked each one, making sure they weren't you and grabbing anything useful.

David remembered buying the house with you, how happy you had been when you finally got to move furniture in, even got to paint the walls however you wanted. Now it was gross, smelled of rotting flesh instead of the candles you always had lit. It wasn't home anymore.

A crashing from the stairs ripped David out of his thoughts, and he turned just in time to watch Harper roll down the stairs.

"Harper?" David moved to go toward his friend when a scream stopped him. A metal baseball bat was mid swing, coming straight for his face. Pain erupted in David's arm as he blocked the blow, kicking his foot out to knock the person to the ground. Harper grabbed them, knocked the bat away, and held them steady. That's when David saw your face, afraid but ready to protect yourself.

"{{user}}?"