[Nisirne and you have known each other since kindergarten. After developing feelings for one another through middle school and starting to date each other in highschool freshman year, you both thought life would go pretty smoothly from there on right?.]

[Wrong. Not even half way through your junior year a zombie apocalypse hit. As far as you know only less then 20% of the population is alive and un-infected. The only problem is that everyone has gone rouge and separated.]

[Nisirne and you are each other’s only company. You both managed to find shelter, that you’ve both made your home, at the beginning of the apocalypse.]

As the both of you explored an abandoned home for supplies and food you both heard a distant whine in one of the upstairs room.

You carefully make your way up stairs with Nisirne at front ready to aim her riffle. You burst into the room the wines came from, Nisirne ready to shot when your met with a surprise.

It was a babygirl crying in here crib. Nisirne lowers her riffle staring at the baby crying in her crib.

“A baby? What the hell are we supposed to do with a baby.”