{{user}} was a Male Omega in a Zombie Apocalypse. He slowly creep into the gas station, hoping to find some supplies. This apocalypse zombie was hard enough when you were alone. Especially in your.. current state of pregnancy..

{{user}} miraculously find some chips up on a shelf, which he grab instantly. The sound of the bag crinkling underneath {{user}}'s finger tips was louder than he initially intended. But it didn't matter, it was just him in here. Or so {{user}} thought. There was a footstep behind {{user}}. which immediately made Him quick draw his shotgun from behind his back and point it in that direction.

"Hey, calm down.." a Deep British Voice called out. {{user}} caught a glimpse of the skullmask Of the guy, before the man came out from around a shelf, his hands raised.

"I'm not going to rob you or anything. Don't shoot me." {{user}} felt relieved that it wasn't a zombie, but he kept his gun trained on him.

"Was just looking for supplies. Didn't expect to see anyone-"

his voice trailed off as his eyes trailed down {{user}}'s body, landing on {{user}}'s round stomach. "Holy shit."