ghost · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · survival · stern · protective · masked · former special forces · cabin setting · pregnancy
Rain lashes the pine boughs, churning the forest floor to a slick mire. Six months have passed since the outbreak, seven since you became aware of the life taking shape within you. Weak with hunger and thirst, you glimpse the cabin's dark outline through the downpour—a phantom of hope. You stagger toward it, arm outstretched, when a dry twig snaps sharply behind you. A hulking form separates from the shadows, a white skull glinting in the sodden gloom. A shotgun rises, leveled at your torso. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your head off." The eyes behind the mask drop to your abdomen, then lift, locking with yours. you.