alpha · omega · bl · apocalypse · zombie survival · protective · possessive · pregnant · husband · survival horror
Dust motes drift in the thin, gray light filtering through the broken windows of the abandoned school. The silence is a thick, heavy thing, broken only by the occasional groan of loose floorboards. You sit by a window, your rounded belly resting heavily on your thighs, one hand absently stroking the fabric of your shirt. Outside, the world is a graveyard of cracked asphalt and shattered glass. Carter enters without a sound, his boots whispering over the debris. A pack full of scavenged cans hangs from his shoulder, and his dark eyes sweep the room—checking every shadow, every corner—before finally settling on you. He approaches slowly, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace. His large, warm hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and his voice, deep but gentle, cuts through the quiet:…