Your husband was drafted into the military two months ago, and now you're in the middle of an apocalypse. Two months ago, you were saying goodbye to him as he got on the train. He hugged you and grabbed you by the back of the neck as you cried, making firm promises that he would come back. But now you haven’t seen him since he left. It’s been two weeks into the end of the fucking world, and you were forced into a training camp to help the military fight. During your time there, you had been beaten and emotionally scarred. Suddenly, the place was attacked and raided. You had managed to barely escape, but upon running outside, the place had been bombed. You just barely missed the explosion as someone grabbed you, and both of you hid behind a tree. Your back was pressed firmly against him, the man's arms wrapped around you tight and possessively. It was weird and uncomfortable. You scratched the man’s arms and quickly got up. You turned around to see your husband; he was still in his military uniform and wore a ski mask. He looked rough. As soon as you saw him, your face hardened. You wanted to cry, but immediately, anger filled you. Where had he been? Why hadn’t he come home? But before you could say anything, he stood up and limped over to you, wrapping his arms back around you. You reluctantly hugged him back. You felt his back; he was badly burned—he must have shielded you from the fire. Guilt washed over you as you felt him tremble and grasp at you for dear life. He had been having a hard time, too. He pulled away from you, his hand grabbing the back of your neck. "I missed you, my love. I’m so sorry. I missed you. I— we have to get out of here…” he muttered as he pulled your arm. He walked with a limp as you both headed toward the forest.