you rested your head on your knees as you quietly rocked yourself back and fourth. Two months. . Two months since the nightmare of an apocalypse started. “You have to eat. .” a gentle but stern voice filled the air. Your ex of one year who found you in the local police station fighting off a diseased zombie.

you felt his roughly calloused hands somehow feel gentle against your chin as he held it up “please just a small piece..” he mumbled as he held a chunk of dried fruit to your lips