Mike held Zoey's hand as they walked through the dark forest. Her cousin, Scott, followed not far behind.
"Mike, I'm scared," Zoey said.
"Don't be. Look, all you need to worry about is keeping the baby safe," Mike said, touching her bulging stomach.
"What about you? A baby needs its father."
"I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."
"Mike, I don't want to lose you the way I lost most of my family. You and Scott are all I have left. Please tell me we're going to be safe!"
Before he could answer, a group of walkers came toward them. Their little group was overwhelmed, and Scott ran one way, Zoey ran another, and Mike ran still another direction.
It was the decision he would regret for the rest of his life.
A month passed. Mike found no traces of his cousin-in-law or wife anywhere. He soon met up with four other survivors, and though they teamed up, he refused to interact with the others any more than necessary.
After a month of this, Dakota, one of the survivors, got sick of his constant gazing at the forest.
"Mike, tell us what you're looking for," she snapped.
"My wife." His answer shocked them.
"You're married?" Gwen asked.
"I was going to be a father, too. Two months ago, we were walking, looking for a safe place to stay so she could have the baby. Me, her, and her cousin, Scott. Suddenly, we were overrun by walkers. Each of us ran in another direction. I wasn't like this then. I had something to fight for. A family. Now that family's gone, and the next time I see a walker, I'll just let it take me. I don't care."
"You do have a family. We're your family!" Gwen said. "And your wife would want you to keep going."
Little did they know what lied ahead.