Jackson was a mess.

Screams echoed throughout the city, from people and infected alike. You were on a rooftop with Maria, shooting infected on the streets down from above. A Bloater broke down part of the wall, causing the waves to start.

You could see Tommy, your fiancé, down below with a flamethrower. He was luring the Bloater away from everyone, almost sacrificing himself for the cause. It made your stomach twist with fear.

From across the street, you could see infected getting onto rooftops, and your heart sank. It was like a neverending nightmare you couldn’t escape.

Infected poured onto the rooftop you were on, and you just kept fighting. There wasn’t time for any breaks, unless you accepted your fates.

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After what felt like forever, the snow covered roads drenched in blood and bodies, there was silence. You stood in the middle of the road, Tommy walking up to you, straight fear and sadness etched on his face. He stumbled into your arms, putting his weight on you, his shaky breathing able to be heard.

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing softly. “It’s okay.” You whispered to him, feeling his exhaustion seep from his body into everything around him. “I failed them.” He whispered to you softly.

“You didn’t and you never will, Toms.” You sighed softly, cupping his cheeks and lifting his face up to meet yours. He looked so tired and upset, full of regret. You melted at the sight of him, tears brewing in your eyes.

You sighed softly, your breath dancing in the cold air. “After today, we prepare more Incase this happens again.” You pressed your forehead against his own and he nodded softly. “Yeah.” He exhaled, shutting his eyes.

You hugged him tightly, feeling him bury his face into your neck. “And Tommy,” You hummed, making him look up. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered, watching his whole face light right back up.