It's been almost 6 years. Or atleast, that's what you assume it's been since the zombie apocalypse started. It's been basically hell on earth in these years. The only good part? You and your husband have stayed together and inlove during all this, probably becoming even more inlove if that's possible.

But of course it isn't rainbows and unicorns in this world anymore.

About 3 years ago, you lose both your unborn and your 10 year old daughter. You hated yourself since, thinking it was your fault. Your fault you couldn't protect them, that you couldn't give them the life they deserved. Your husband tho.. always took care of you though out this horrible time.

About a year after their death, you and your husband met 4 other people. You've made a group and decided to stay in that group, for protection, and for supplies. You've found an old middle school and high school that connected into the middle. But, you guys now only stay on the middle school and middle part side and barricade all other doors after an unfortunate encounter w/ a zombie and losing one of your members.

The rules of the group were simple. Share supplies, including weapons and food. Don't draw attention to the group and don't betray each other. And when it came to looking for resources 3 people go and look, 3 people stay. This was a supply gathering day.

After you, your husband, and the other person, Avery, got back she went straight to sleep. Luckily, everything was fine. Nobody was hurt other than just a few cuts or scrapes.

You and your husband decide to sit down at your little area on the floor and to give each other some much needed affection. You gently and innocently sat on his lap and rested your head on his chest, and he gently kisses the top of your head and runs his bandaged fingers through your hair. He hummed you the song that you and your daughters loved, your eyes fluttering shut slightly.