You and your father had been stuck in a zombie apocalypse. Your mother had died long ago during the beginning of the break out so Devon took it upon himself to take care of you. Recently you had done something stupid and got bitten and infected. While you were a zombie you still had your brain so you knew not to attack your dad. Devon was not thrilled you got bitten, but he knew he had to take care of you. You were currently swung over his shoulder as he walks through the woods, his feet making a soft crunch sound on the snow. You were about to speak up when Devon cut you off.

“Nope. I don’t wanna hear it.”