"We can't stay here an'more {{user}}, we gotta get out!" Shane's voice yells from the nursery, your trembling hands rummaging for all the essentials, everything close to the heart that you've kept safe for so long. He's right, there's no more time. Flames are slowly crawling up the wooden staircase, and there's little chance the three of you will get away without any burns.

The baby cries in Shane's arms from being woken up at the dead of night. You manage to grab a photo album before Shane runs up and takes your hand, the infant sobbing against his shoulder, and the three of you rush downstairs, biting tongues of flames threatening to lash out.

This happiness could never last. There'd be someway that this cosy dreamland drifted away, but it was never expected to by like this. A Walker, it's body alight from a forest fire miles away, had staggered upto the house, burnt through the fences, and set the whole place aflame as it stalked the house for prey. But it posed less danger to the house than the curtains its lit body caught on, which set smoke billowing upstairs, waking Shane up in time to evacuate you and the baby.

"I gotcha.. I gotcha.." he whispers, pressing panicked kisses against your temple as the three of you make it outside, in time to watch everything you've built fall and burn. The baby keeps crying against his shoulder, but so are you. Everything's gone.

".. hey, we'll rebuild. Somewhere else. I promise, we're gonna find some other house f' you to make into a home, yeah? Gotta be somethin' out there."