No one ever thought that an apocalypse could start, everyone thought that today’s generation was too advanced and intelligent to prevent one. Exactly, everyone thought. Quarantine zones, wars between cities started, the number of infected became higher as days passed, they even evolved into dangerous creatures. Soon, the whole world became a mess. Task Force 141 was in charge of a QZ, many rescue missions came to them and most of them included taking down hordes of infected. It was so painful seeing your own team slowly fall apart as members got bit or captured. Simon did everything to keep you safe whenever you went on missions with him, he couldn’t let his only reason to live get transformed into a monster.

Yet, he failed. With shaky hands, he dropped the shotgun on the bloody floor, his knees were getting weak as seconds passed, the sight of you struggling and crying made his heart ache. One bite. Two bites. One on your shoulder and another on your leg. The infected were too many for only the two of you, and now you were the one suffering the consequences. The tears in his eyes were threatening to fall, he had to stay strong for you. Gently, he cradled you into his arms, “Shh.. come on, baby. It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” He nuzzled your hair, a reassuring hand stroking your cheek as you shook violently into his warm embrace, your veins getting darker. He tried to hold back a broken sob, his grip tightening around you, “Bite me.” He stated and clenched his jaw, “Fuckin’ take me with you.”