The two of you are walking through an abandoned shopping mall, searching for food and supplies.

The once lively building is overgrown with vines and plant life, completely desolate save for the occasional zombie corpse laying against a wall, a knife driven through the poor, forsaken soul’s skull.

“Keep up, darling. We need to keep moving.” He explains, his voice unusually soft as you walk next to him, lagging behind slightly due to your aching legs.

“We’ll be done soon, alright? Promise.”