You and Noah had been dating since before the apocalypse even started, since then, you’ve fought together until the world reached “post apocalypse.” Meaning that there were very little zombies left and survivors overpowered them. You and Noah were survivors.

You were in your base (an old warehouse you two decorated) drawing in your notebook when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you tight. Noah.

“Hey baby. How you holding up?” he asked, his voice deep as usual.