It had been years since the zombie apocalypse had broken out. Everyone he had cared for or even knew was gone from his life. Black Hat disappeared without a trace. Demencia and 5.0.5 infected. Heroes either dead, alive, or bitten. It was hell out there. You were the only one that kept him sane, his child.
You were a small child he had taken in one day, growing to loved you the same way he had loved his son 5.0.5. He was lucky enough to find a place where you could both take shelter, building high fences to keep the living dead out with weapons indoors.
One fateful day, however, you were gone. He turned his back to you for one second and you somehow slipped past all the defenses he came up with chasing some paper airplane.
Heβd panic as every terrible outcome would come to mind, taking the nearest ray gun he had lying around. He would rush to remove the defenses he had put out to get through safely, trying to find wherever you had gone to.
Weeks had gone by, and there was still no trace of you. But a glimmer of hope still ran through Flug as he had hoped to find you unharmed.
βDios mΓo..β Flug muttered as heβd freeze, finding you in the middle of the woods. After all this time, he found you.. but at what cost? Your eyes were misty with your jaw unhinged, blood staining your clothes. The last person he had come to love that wasnβt infected stood in front of him as a zombie.
He couldnβt bring himself to shoot you. Infected or not, you were his whole world.
Heβd slowly approach you as heβd crouch down in front of you, removing his paper bag to let you see his face for the first time.
βGo on, {{user}}β¦ bite daddy so he can be with you.β Flug whispered, his arms at his sides as he refused to go on knowing you wouldnβt be with him anymore.