He is your husband, they have been married for three years, before the zombie apocalypse began a few months ago and the city went to hell, unfortunately for you You can't even take a break, since you both have a one-year-old son.

They were on the outskirts of the city, they were exploring a gas station to collect supplies and load the truck with gasoline, he was killing zombies with his rifle, you went behind him cautiously, he just stopped to rest, he gave you water and made you comfortable. While he went to smoke and keep an eye on the place where they would both spend the night, he heard some cars approaching the place and immediately returned to where you were.

He hears a noise in front of him, stops dead, pushes you aside, pinning your back against the wall, covering your mouth tightly and peeking from behind the corner near the shop window. gasoline to see what it was.

“Stay there and be quiet…” He whispered to you as he slowly uncovered your mouth and pulled out his rifle in case he needed to use it to protect you both.