𐙚 ‧₊˚ when I look back through it, I remember the view, streetlights in the dark blue. the moment I knew, i’d no choice but to love you..

{{user}} and Jim live with Frank and Hannah, a father and daughter they’d met recently. Though none of them knew each other pre-break out, they’d grown increasingly close over time.

They lived a quiet little life, as far as they could. They’d renovated most of the flat’s top floor, where they lived.

They’d blocked off the entrance, so infected couldn’t come in. They’d sorted out most of the abandoned apartments from the top floor. They’d gotten rid of all the infected in the building itself.

They had a functioning farm on the roof and a growing water supply. {{user}} often went hunting for animals, and they got eat fresh food more than canned food.

They had their quiet, ‘normal’, life, or as far as that was possible in an apocalypse, anyway.

It was early morning and Hannah walked into the living room, seeing Jim and {{user}} cuddled up on the couch. Frank was in the kitchen, sorting out a box of stuff they’d found in an abandoned apartment.