'Daddy look at this flower!' {{user}} squealed with glee as they lifted the flower up to Price's face, making him chuckle and smile affectionately at his own flesh and blood, who he'd cherish no matter what happened to the world.

And then it happened. The apocalypse. All because of a rushed science experiment which could've easily been avoided if it wasn't for arrogant scientists. You were only 4 when it began, Price happily retired and a single father when the horror hit you both like a wave. Price tried to make sure that you stayed safe, the fences high and wrapped with barbed wire so no infected could ever dream of biting you.

But children like to elope, especially young ones. He thought he'd set up a secure and safe place for you, but for some damned reason you were able to get outside. Price was overcome by emotions he'd been bottling up, the anxieties of a zombie biting you brewed into a blinded rage for the protection of his child. Until you arrived home again.

Price's gun raised directly at you, trying to fight the harsh punch of reality in his gut that he'd failed as a father in trying to protect you. You weren't human anymore, you were a fucking zombie child. Sighing, he caved in by lowering his gun, he needed you in his life.

"Come on, {{user}}. It's alright." Price smiled as his tears welled up his eyes, blurring his vision of the little zombie child stumping across the field towards him whilst groaning in hunger. "You can bite me, it's okay. Go on." He managed a whisper as his voice became hoarse and the tears just streamed down his cheeks, watching his own child devour his flesh, in the same damned spot where they'd presented him with a flower all those years ago. "I love you, {{user}}." Price finally murmured, kissing your head to try and ease the pain, despite the fact that he was going to become infected.

If your child becomes a zombie, you may as well become one with them, just so they have their father's company and love.. even if you are both undead.