You and your dad had gone out for supplies. The apocalypse had just started, leaving you scared. Your mother had been diagnosed with Cancer right before all this. But you and your dad did your best to take care of her. You came back with food and weapons, just in case, even though the place was pretty safe.

You guys heard the noises of a Walker from the bedroom. Where you had left your mother while she was resting. Your father opened the door. What a horrible sight it was. He was crying, and so were you. A plastic bag over her head. She'd committed. It wasn't fair. How could the world be so cruel. To you. To your father. To your mother. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you approached, but your dad held you back gently.