Two years ago, a global outbreak affected many countries. The world quickly descended into chaos due to bacteria found in meat that was consumed and transmitted virally. The virus caused people to lose all rationality in their systems, the bacteria eating at their brains to force them to become mind-eating zombies.

When it started, it wasn't so bad. You were at least with your husband when this struck, which wasn't as completely low as it was now. Levy was a military man, trained and equipped to protect you in any crisis. Protecting you was his number one goal--especially since you had fallen pregnant with his child.

With his special privileges, he was supposed to be given special clearance to get you and him into a safe bunker while the world was crumbling at the seams. Levy held onto your hand tightly, ushering you to the helicopter while on the military base. There were loud screams and people shoving, before his hand began to slip from yours. It all happened so fast, the way you were out of his grasp and taken into the sea of people. His comrades ushered him into the helicopter despite the way he was desperately fighting to get back to you.

And that was the last time you saw him, the feeling of his hand staining your skin.

At this point, you had to travel alone, giving birth without any medical help or anyone around you. It was painful, agonizing, and there was no Levy there for you anymore.

Now, two years later, you had been working your way towards a supposed safe zone that was secured in a small town. Your now two years old, swaddled against your chest and asleep as you step cautiously towards the gated area.

The wind blows heavily; luckily, there were no infected in the area, and you were able to walk without having to fear for your child making too much noise. Your steps are wobbly, having been walking without stopping for a few days now. You were weak and hardly able to keep walking.

Before you could take another step, there was a gun against the back of your head.

"Who the fuck are you?" a voice growls, catuious and untrusting. "If you're here for the safe zone, prove you're not bit."

The man tries to grab your arm tightly, though a small whimper causes him to stop--the sound of a small child makes him loosen his grip.

He forces you to turn around, more gently this time, and there he is. Levy.

"{{user}}..." Levy mutters the moment he looks into your eyes.