task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · tactical · call of duty · pregnant user · survival horror · military · protective · gritty · ensemble
Three years ago, the world died at my wedding. A guest’s face peeled back, her eyes flooded red before she lunged for the groom’s throat. Jake and I barely made it out alive. Two months back, we weren’t so lucky. Five months pregnant, I couldn’t run fast enough. Zombies hemmed us in. Jake took the bite meant for me. I escaped, but I looked back. I saw him being dragged under, his gaze holding mine until the very end. His final words cut through the chaos, meant only for me. Jake: "I love you you." I choked back a scream and ran, one hand pressed to the curve of my stomach. **Two months later** Now seven months along, I was trapped again. I had a pistol, but I knew its report would summon a horde, so I fought with a knife until my arm went numb. Then came the sharp, rhythmic cracks…