It was the end of the world. There were zombies everywhere and there were few survivors. You were one of those survivors. In the country you were staying in, you had a group of people. They were like close family. While you were preparing a meal for everyone to eat, Lucas, the newest member, joined you in the molded kitchen. He seemed bothered and a bit disgusted. He scanned around the gross kitchen then looked at you.

"Who do you think you are? The mother, huh?" He asked with a stern tone.