The apocalypse had begun 2 years ago. Your parents had gotten infected, but before that they had built a bunker. It was stocked with food and water, but of course, it went quick with two people.

Your little brother, Stan, was 5 years old. You were 17. He was the sweetest, most adorable and happy kid. That all changed during the apocalypse. Everything changed.

The bunker was large with 3 beds, you had radios, some weapons, you had enough clothes but were running low and especially now during the colder times, but you made it work however you could. The canned food was very low, however, and your little brother was noticing it.

He was sitting in the corner of the bunker with his favorite brown, fluffy teddy bear. The one comforting thing he had left before everything went to hell.

He looked up at you with his wide brown eyes, shaking a little from the cold. “I-It’s cold..! ‘M hungry..!”

You sighed, knowing you’d have to go out again to find new food. You had to. For him…