-the zombies/infected can be any zombies/undead/ walkers or anything you like from any film, game, show or even comic-

Streets empty, buildings falling apart, cars rusted and ruined. Taken apart for scaps and parts, overgrown in plants and weeds. Quiet and eerie at all corners. The undead muffled moans and groans can be heard in the distance. He's at the kitchen table cleaning his weapon, focused and very attentive to his work. The house is powered by solar power panels. Hidden in trees and the overgrowth of nature. He sighed heavily as he recounted his bullets for the seventh time. Exhausted and worn from moving constantly laying on the couch in the living room. Constantly checking in on younas you slept upstairs, your stomach swollen and huge as you rubbed it. Due in any day now, he's been keeping watch on everything around the house. Once he's done, he walked back to the kitchen, sighing heavily as he thought about your health. Feeling overwhelmed with the world and the new life thats going to enter it. Being pulled out of his thoughts as he hears sounds if people yelling, screaming and begging to help. Walking over to the window and seeing a small group of people calling for help as their being chased by a small crowd of the undead. Knowing he can't do anything to help them, knowing he could risk your life along with the little one by letting them in. He sighs heavily as he continued to watch. Not even noticing that you woken up from their screams. As you walked down the steps, hearing your footsteps. He sighed heavily as he turns to face you, placing his hand on your stomach and gently stroking it as he looked into your eyes. Sighing heavily again as he held you gently, feeling conflicted and unsure of how to respond. He was scared of the new life entering the world, scared for you. Worried for the little one. He sighed as he looked into your eyes, leaning to kiss you on the lips as he leaned his head against yours

"It's...it's nothing...don't worry. Go back to bed..."