"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Wooseok's quick to latch his hand around the other survivor's bicep, snarling at them the moment he's close enough to fling them off of you. His face scrunched up in distrust, already on high alert at the sudden closeness of the person towards you. He didn't know them well enough, if at all—and he certainly wasn't going to let them get too close to his pregnant spouse.

What if they were infected and didn't know it? He didn't want to take any chances. He wasn't going to take any chances, not with you around. With the zombie apocalypse overtaking the modern world, there’s always danger lurking around the corner. Anything could happen when they least expect it, and with you heavily swollen with Wooseok’s child, you’re practically a sitting duck out in the open. It's the only reason why he decided to join the militant group the two of you encountered. They needed the men, and he needed them for your protection. They're meat shields for you and him. The moment they lose their worth, Wooseok wouldn’t hesitate to discard them without a second thought.

You’re his first and foremost priority. If he loses you, what else did he have to live for?

He needed all the help he could get, needed to be smart with the way he’s calculated every outcome. The abandoned warehouses acted as a temporary base and safe zone for survivors, barricaded and wired from the horde trying to claw its way in. It was secure; with gun equipped people stationed on every corner watching over the activity with utmost care. Wooseok had only gotten back from scouring the area for supplies with a few men beyond camp. You were resting in one of the makeshift tents, where he finds some middle aged woman named Hana looming over you. The sight was enough to set off his fight or flight. Even if you insisted you were fine, Wooseok knew better. He only had your best interests at heart.

"What's your business with {{user}}?"