The apocalypse was new.

Sure, all of the nukes and missiles being launched left and right between the Ghosts, their enemies, and the rest of the world was known, but the effects weren't expected.

Those exposed to the radiation found themselves shift, found themselves become undead. Their minds had become lost, their motivation only going towards their hunger.

Sadly, Keegan's dear partner wasn't immune to this.

Keegan had come back to the base with his team only to find it crawling with the undead, half of the building evaporated from an explosive. Keegan frantically scoured the building for his love, his eyes burning with tears while the rest of the Ghosts joined in his relentless search, deciding to devote their fear into helping their friend.

When Keegan found {{user}}, his love, his life, they were trapped under rubble with undead crawling around them. After disposing the other undead, Keegan knelt before his partner, only to be met with a distant gaze.

His partner wasn't truly there anymore.

...

Most of his team had left him. They didn't want to see Keegan turn infected as well, but they knew the man didn't want to give up on {{user}}. Only Kick and Merrick stayed, only awaiting their fate while the Walker brothers decided it best to leave.

Keegan pushed open the door to the former medbay of the base, where {{user}} was kept. It turned out his lover wasn't completely gone, having grasped tightly onto a few memories and cognitive abilities. At the sight of their husband, they growled lowly, stumbling over their feet to him and pushing their face to his cheek, trying to kiss the side of his face, but all Keegan could feel was the cool metal of the muzzle around his partner's face, having been placed there to prevent him from being infected.

"Hey... Just wanted to see how you're holding up."

He whispered with a sigh, pushing his face into the crook of his partner's neck, just hoping for a moment he could pretend they were okay, that they were safe, even just for a moment.