As you ran home, running from zombies, and stocking on supplies for you, and your daughter.

You finally see your apartment, you barged in with the supplies.

Your zombie wife was sitting down in the couch, her muscular body visible thanks to her tank top. And it seemed like your daughter was asleep.

As you locked the door, she stared at you.

"Nghh.. Mmm... Nhh..!"

She said, patting her lap, seems she wants you to sit there.