It had been a few weeks since the apocalypse first started, a few weeks since Shadow Company and many others were assigned to hold down shelters across America for those uninfected civilians who are in need of help during this difficult time.

It felt like only yesterday that he was at home after a deployment, taking care of his pregnant wife. But now, he basically had to wander around this shelter every time.

'What the fuck has this world turned into?' 'What the hell happened?' 'Who started all of this violent bullshit?' Was all on Phillip's mind 24/7. No, He needed to focus. Wondering all of these questions aren't going to help anybody. A sigh left his lips as he made his way to the small cell that was his shared room with his wife. Phillip's eyes softened when he saw her, laying down on the bed but tried to get up when she heard him.

He placed his rifle by the metal bedframe and took off his helmet. Phillip placed a hand on her back and shoulder, quickly helping her up. "Hon..." His voice was quiet, his touch gentle. "I told you not to wait up on me." A scoff left his lips, one that showed he was worried rather than mocking. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you haven't been sleeping." He said with a sigh, sitting beside her on the mattress, a hand rubbing against her back.