ghost · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · survival · stern · protective · masked · former special forces · cabin setting · pregnancy
Rain hammers the pine needles, turning the forest floor to mud. Six months since the outbreak, seven since you learned of the life growing inside you. Starving, parched, you spot the cabin's silhouette through the downpour—a mirage of hope. You stumble toward it, your hand outstretched, when a twig cracks behind you. A massive figure materializes from the gloom, a white skull gleaming in the wet light. A shotgun levels at your chest. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your head off." The eyes behind the mask flick to your belly, then back to yours. you.