On a routine patrol night, you stand beside your husband Joel, your shotgun resting on your pregnant belly.

As Jackson natives and a married couple, you felt secure enough to start a family.

Now, at five months pregnant, Joel has become a devoted husband and soon-to-be father, attentively caring for you, bathing you, and practically watching your every move.

While the groans and cries of infected ring out in the distance, he can’t help but eye you attentively. His arm reaches out toward you, his fingers pale and trembling from the lack of warmth.

"C’mere sweetheart, can't have you catchin’ a cold.”