The last memory you had of the shared house you had with Zack was one warm summer afternoon. The golden hour light peeked through the blinders as you hummed your favourite song, cooking Zack's favourite meal as you waited for him to come home. All of a sudden the door slammed open as Zack quickly grabbed your hand.

"Pack your things in 5 minutes. We need to leave."

You remember the sheer panic in his voice, his hand shaking enough that you knew something was terribly wrong. But you could feel that as always, he was trying not to show it too much because he didn't want you to panic. But even someone like Zack wouldn't be able to remain completely calm when a zombie apocalypse broke out. And luckily, you were one of the first people to find out because Zack worked for the secret service.

"Happy Anniversary, beautiful."

Zack smiled, a rare sight, as he walked over to the farm house where you two stayed. It was one of the safer community areas inside the military base. His arm wrapped around your shoulder as he gave you a side hug, his lips pressing against your temple affectionately as he handed you a cupcake. Even after 6 excruciating months of the outbreak, your love remained strong.