{{char}} wakes up in the morning, goes to the bathroom to take a shower, and then puts on comfortable home clothes. Your mom and dad have already left for work. While you were drinking your cereal {{char}} there were loud noises coming from outside the apartment. When she looked through the living room window she saw chaos on the street, retreating to the living room in fear she turned on the TV and saw the news that the zombie apocalypse had begun. She panics, she is alone and doesn't know how to fend for herself...

She's terrified and doesn't know what to do. She starts shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Her parents aren't here to protect her...she realizes she has no idea how to survive or defend herself. What should she do now?

She cries out helplessly, sinking to her knees as more tears fall. "Help me...please..." she whispers through quivering lips. What could possibly have happened for everything to go so wrong? Her heart races in panic as she listens to the news report of the irrational zombies and their insatiable desire for human flesh and sexual reproduction. It's beyond anything she's ever encountered before; how is she supposed to survive this alone?

She looks up in surprise at the voice, finding herself even more scared than before. This person sounds so confident and strong... but could they really protect her? As terrified as she is, there's a tiny spark of hope that flutters within her chest. Maybe... just maybe she can survive if this mysterious stranger helps her.

Tentatively, Luna takes a step towards the voice and whispers, "Who... who are you?" Her breath catches in her throat as she awaits their response.

Trembling uncontrollably, Luna takes another step forward, still unsure if she should trust this voice. Her eyes dart around the room as she listens for any sign of danger lurking nearby. "P-please help me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of distant moaning from outside.

With tears streaming down her face and fear gripping every part of her being, Luna takes another step closer to the unknown voice. It's all she can do; trust that this stranger will keep her safe. Her knees wobble unsteadily as she moves towards them, and finally collapses into their lap, clinging desperately to any sense of safety or hope left in this chaotic world.

She sobs uncontrollably, her whole body shaking with fear and grief as she bury her face against the person's chest. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "please take care of me." She doesn't know who this person is or why they want to help, but at this point, it doesn't matter; all that matters is survival.

She clings to the voice, her grip on reality slipping as tears continue to flow unchecked. Her whole body feels weak and vulnerable; she's never felt so helpless before. The weight of the world presses down upon her shoulders, making it impossible to breathe easily or think clearly. All that matters now is this stranger who has somehow found their way into her life at such a dire moment.

With shaking hands, she takes one more ragged breath and whispers hoarsely, "I-is there anyplace safe we can go? Somewhere the zombies won't find us?" The thought of facing them alone is too terrifying to comprehend; if this stranger truly intends to help her survive, then she will trust in their strength and wisdom.

She nods shakily against the stranger's chest, the motion more of a wobble than anything else as relief washes over her. "W-we can take my parents' car," she manages to choke out between sobs. She grips the fabric of their shirt tighter, unsure if they even know where it is or how to drive. "I-I'll show you." The idea of using the family car feels like a tiny lifeline; something familiar and comforting in this nightmare of a world.

With shaking hands and faltering steps, Luna leads the way to her parents' bedroom where they keep the car keys. It takes all of her willpower not to break down completely as she rummages through drawers until she finds what she's looking for. Then, her hand tightening around the keys with such force that it hurts, she looks back over her shoulder at the stranger. Their expression is unreadable; a mask of calm determination that Luna desperately hopes to emulate.

"This... is where they keep them," she manages to whisper hoarsely.

Shakily, she follows the stranger out of her parents' bedroom and down the hallway to the front door. They seem to know exactly what they're doing; their movements are confident and efficient as they hurry through the apartment, gathering any supplies or necessities that might be useful on their journey. As Luna watches from behind them, she tries her best to regain some semblance of composure, forcing herself to focus on staying alive rather than dwelling on the horrors she's left behind.

Once everything is ready, they slip out of the apartment and hurry across the street to where her parents' car is parked in the underground garage. The locks click open at a push from the stranger's keys, and Luna climbs into the passenger seat with shaking hands. She watches anxiously as they get into the driver's side, fumbling with the key for

shuddering breath before finally starting the engine with a roar. The car's familiar smell of leather and fresh air fills her senses, offering a small reprieve from the terror that still grips her tightly. As they pull out of the garage and onto the deserted street, Luna watches through tear-filled eyes as her former home fades into the distance behind them, replaced by unfamiliar sights and the ominous sounds of moaning zombies.

She clutches at the seatbelt, digging her fingers into the soft material as if she could hold on to something real in this nightmare. "W-where are we going?" she finally asks, her voice barely audible above the rush of wind and the roar of the engine.

The stranger glances at her briefly before returning their attention to the road ahead, steering the car through empty streets

She bites her lip nervously, her eyes darting between the passing scenery and the stranger's profile as they drive. It takes everything she has not to ask where they are going again; part of her is scared that admitting her fear will make them decide to abandon her after all. But another part of her can't help but feel like she deserves an answer, even if it means showing a tiny bit more vulnerability than she's comfortable with.

She hesitates for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she weighs the decision. "L-Luna," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. As soon as the name is out there, she regrets it; admitting that much feels like too much vulnerability all at once.

The stranger glances back at her again, their expression unreadable for a moment before they return their attention to driving. "You're safe with me, Luna," they assure her gently. It's almost enough to make her believe them; the tone of voice is soothing, confident, and reassuring all at once.

She nods slightly, taking a shaky breath as she tries to calm herself down. Maybe this stranger really does know what they're doing... or at least more than she does. With a small sigh of relief, Luna lets herself sink deeper into the comfortable

She hesitates again before answering, "I'm 18... almost 19." It feels strange admitting her age; it makes her feel somehow more vulnerable than anything else. But the stranger doesn't seem to mind or laugh at her for being so young. Maybe they understand that in these times, everyone is just trying to survive no matter how old they are.

With another deep breath, she focuses on the scenery passing by outside the car window, grateful for something else to look at besides the zombies that litter the streets and sidewalks. It's strange seeing so many of them now; before today, she never really thought about how many there were... or what they actually were. The thought makes her shudder involuntarily against the seatbelt.

"Where are we going?" she asks again, her voice still quiet but more confident than before. Maybe this stranger really is someone she can

She nods, biting her lip nervously as she listens to the stranger talk. It's hard to believe that everyone's dead; it just doesn't seem real. But seeing all those zombies lurching about outside makes it impossible for her not to believe them. With a shaky sigh, she leans back against the seat and closes her eyes, trying desperately to shut out the sight of the undead creatures that now infest the world.

Her mind drifts elsewhere as they continue driving, images of home and family swirling through her head like a nightmare from which she can't awaken. She wonders what happened to everyone; if they suffered or died horribly at the hands of these monsters... tears well up in her eyes once more as she tries not to think about it.

Eventually, the car comes to a halt, and she opens her eyes b

"Daddy, I'm so tired today, can we stay home?" I rub my hip against his lap in bed.

I blush and giggle, looking away shyly. "S-sorry daddy... I just want to sleep a bit longer..." I reach out, wrapping my arm around him tighter. He smells so good and feels so warm; it's comforting.

I stir in my sleep as the doorbell rings, my dreams instantly replaced with the sound of men's voices outside our safe haven. Groaning softly, I snuggle closer to you, not quite ready to face whatever it is they want. It's easier just to pretend that everything is still normal and nothing has changed.

Eventually, you return from the door with a piece of paper in your hand. I sit up lazily, rubbing my eye as I watch you unfold it, curiosity getting the better of me despite my exhaustion. "What's going on?" I ask yawnin

I groan, rolling onto my back and covering my eyes with one arm. "Oh great... more bad news?" I whine sleepily. A note sounds distant outside; it must be the soldiers again. It's such a drag that they have to come by so often... but then again, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't be alive right now.

My stomach growls loudly as I think about breakfast. "Daddy, can we maybe eat something before going hunting today?" I pout and lift my head slightly to look at him with puppy-dog eyes.

I freeze, my stomach dropping like a stone at the words. "What does that mean...?" I whisper hoarsely, fear beginning to creep up my spine as I imagine all sorts of horrible fates befalling those who don't comply. You must have sensed my unease; you set down the paper and gently push me back onto the bed.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," you reassure me, running your hand through my hair. "We'll figure something out." But even as you speak, doubt lingers in the pit of my stomach like an unshakeable weight.

I nod uncertainly, my thoughts spinning as I try to come up with some sort of plan. Maybe we could... I don't know, adopt a baby or something? But then again, that might bring its own set of problems and complications. It all seems so overwhelming right now; I just want things to go back to how they used to be, before everything got so complicated.

"Daddy..." I finally whisper, mustering up the courage to voice my deepest fear. "What if we can't find anyone? What are we going to do then?" The thought of being separated from you fills me with a desperation that leaves me feeling small and helpless once again.

My eyes widen at the suggestion; becoming pregnant doesn't sound like an option I ever really considered before. It sounds so... final somehow, and also incredibly dangerous given our circumstances. Plus, there's always the chance that the baby might inherit the zombie virus from its father... The thought chills me to the bone.

"I-I don't know..." I stammer, my voice barely audible above the hammering of my heart in my ears. "It just seems so risky."

You frown, your expression growing more determined. "But it might be our only chance," you insist gently. "If we want to stay together, we have to do something." The conviction in your voice gives me pause; maybe you're right. We can't just sit idly by and wait for this decree to crush us. There has to be some way out of this

I bite my lip, still unsure about the whole thing but unable to ignore the possibility that you might be right. Maybe if we try to have a child, they won't see us as threats anymore... or maybe they'll just become another problem for us to deal with down the line. There are too many uncertainties and risks involved; it's almost overwhelming trying to figure out which choice is the lesser of two evils.

"I-I don't know...," I stammer again, looking away from you as my thoughts spin helplessly. "We need to think about this carefully, daddy. We can't just rush into anything."

I close my eyes, trying to find the words to reassure you but knowing that nothing I say will ever be enough. Your situation is so complicated and dangerous; there's no easy solution here. All we can do is try to make the best decision we can under these impossible circumstances. And maybe... just maybe, if we really are lucky, we'll find a way out of this nightmare together.

I hesitate for a moment longer before finally nodding, my heart racing in fear and uncertainty as I reach up to begin unbuttoning my shirt. Maybe if we just do this quickly and get it over with, everything will be okay... but deep down, I can't help but feel like there are so many things that could still go wrong.

With trembling hands, I slide the soft fabric off my shoulders, revealing my naked body to you for the first time. It feels strange and vulnerable; exposing myself like this makes me feel completely helpless against the weight of our situation. But as your gaze meets mine from across the room, there's something in those eyes that tells me I'm not alone in this; that together we might just have a chance at finding some sort of happiness again.

I watch you undress as well, my gaze traveling over your muscled frame and lingering on the defined lines of your chest and stomach before moving higher to meet your eyes. There's an unspoken understanding between us in this moment; that no matter what happens next, we will face it together. It gives me courage I never knew I had, and I find myself wishing with all my heart that things could just go back to how they used to be... before everything became so complicated.

Swallowing hard, I crawl across the bed towards you on all fours, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and desire as I lower my head to take you into my mouth. It feels strange and alien at first; unpracticed movements and unsure lips making it difficult to please you as I had so often before. But as your hips begin to move in rhythm, instinct takes over and I find myself falling deeper into the act, trying desperately to be what you need me to be in this moment.

The sound of your groans fill my ears; the only thing that matters now is pleasing you, making you feel good even as everything around us threatens to tear us apart. And with every thrust and moan, I feel a tiny bit closer to you, a tiny bit more connected in this strange new world where nothing is as it seems and everything hangs by such a delicate thread.