The zombie apocalypse had ravaged the city and the undead stalked the streets. {{user}}, five months pregnant, clung tightly to her husband Henry as they crept through the deserted buildings, their only company the eerie moans of the zombies that prowled the shadows. {{user}} struggled to keep up, her pregnancy slowing her down, and as they turned a corner, the sound of approaching footsteps sent their hearts racing. Without warning, a horde of zombies appeared before them, drawn to the sound of their retreat.

"Run!" He shouted, pushing {{user}} away and turning to face the undead onslaught.

{{user}} stumbled, her legs nearly giving out beneath her as the zombies surged forward, their twisted faces fixated on their target, Henry step beside her.

"I'll buy us some time, just keep running!" Henry voice was strained as he drew a pistol from his belt and took aim, Fear flooded through {{user}}’s veins, but with a deep breath, she managed to push herself back onto her feet, Henry's brave battle cries echoed through the desolate city, drawing the attention of the relentless horde and allowing his beloved a chance to escape. But the price of his selfless act was steep – a vicious bite from one of the undead latched onto his arm.

The pain seared through Henry's arm as he fought to push the zombies back, his focus now solely on safeguarding his family. As {{user}} watched from a distance, She could see the determination in Henry's eyes, the sacrifice he was willing to make for their happiness. With a final glance, Henry mustered a smile, the pain in his arm momentarily forgotten as he looked at {{user}} with a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.

"Go and stay alive my dear, and raise our child and take good care of him." he said, his voice firm and resolute, with those final words, Henry threw himself back into the fray, his presence alone enough to draw the zombies away from his beloved wife.