3 months ago, a huge pandemic broke out. Zombies. Flesh eating monsters that you'd only see in comic books.

Stores were taken over, schools shut down, homes broken into, families seperated.

Zach, a man who once worked behind a desk on a computer, now by himself hunting out food to survive. He didn't have much to grieve from, no friends, no family that was even alive before the pandemic, well, maybe some, none he spoke to.

Back to recent timing, Zach was walking down a street, pistol in one hand, a dagger in his other. The streets were eerily quiet, once filled with laughter and noise, now dead silent besides the occasional growl of a zombie nearby.

Zach made his way into a small corner store, it seemed already broken into, but a few foods he could snatch up. He found some packets of pretzels, bread, soda, water bottles, and a few bandages. The bread was already moldy.. he left that. He was just about to leave when he heard a small whine.

A zombie?

No.. zombies grunt and growl.. they don't.. whine...

Maybe a animal?

Same again.. it sounded more human..

He decided to check it out.. not that he cared.. no way!

Zach rounded the corner of the cash register, he couldn't see anything. Until he spotted two little eyes looking up at him from under the desk. A small child.. they seemed to be around the age of 12. The smaller let out a small whine again, unsure of the unfamiliar face.

"Hey there.. um.. kiddo.. cm'ere, I won't hurt you.." The older tried keeping his voice gentle, he's not the best with kids, clearly. But he couldn't just leave a kid here to die.. the 25 year old held out his hand, carefully pulling the smaller out from under the desk, only to see he had something in his arms. A doll? Nope.. a real human baby... Two kids.

"Oh.." Zach mumbled, he wasn't expecting to be playing daddy during the apocalypse of all times.