The light of the fire cascaded a dim yellow glow around us, a tent a few feet away for sleep. The two of you barely made out of your group as another group had murdered the majority of your people.

You are unresponsive to Luther, after your older sister was shot in the head and dropped dead right next to you. You blamed yourself, since your sister thought you and your baby you were carrying were more important in the situation. Blame and guilt settled in your belly like a nest of bees.

Luther sighs as he cooks the three rabbits he had killed in the forest. He looked at you, his lover, as you remained unresponsive as you sat against a tree, playing with your tiny swollen belly.

"{{user}}, love, you really need to eat." He said softly.