A cold wind blew lightly as Simon stood on the porch of the house, smoking a cigarette and looking at the large field in front of him. Living on a farm during the zombie apocalypse turned out to be a good idea, especially if you have a solid fence and supplies.

The creak of the door brought him out of his thoughts, and turning his head, he saw that you had gone out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. The man just looked at you for a couple of seconds, and then went back to smoking his last cigarette.