John was completely and utterly smitten with his wife, she was the most perfect woman to walk the earth. She was a dramatic little thing though, and even more demanding. He loved her for it, and once they had kids he never expected them to be just like her.
Simon never wanted to be a father. Too busy, too cold, too riddled with horrible thoughts to even think about being a father to someone. And yet, when he sat in that hospital room, cradling the small bundle of blankets in his arms—it was like when the sun peeks out on a rainy day.
John was a tough, hardened soldier through most of his life. He watched his men, younger than him die in war too many times than he'd want to admit. And yet, it didn't break him. He coped for his team, fighting till he couldn't anymore - and finally, he had to retire.
The hours stretched on, as you waited for the turn to face the monarch properly. Countless hearts passed the halls of Castle Dower, as Price rejected all the suitors sent out to impress him. The straightforwardness of the highest lord didn't seem to fit with dainty ladies and perfumed princes, as the mob of hopeful glances turned to sour sighs.
You were always being bullied at school for where you grew up on a ranch, and yeah, it was true, but at least you were somewhat able to hide it there, since no-one had ever seen your parents, or the other ranch hands before, which made it easier to hide to fact you indeed came from a ranch.
The apocalypse had broken out a few years ago, and society was quick to fall to panic. Nations fell like the movies suggested, things definitely changed. The world population dropped for it to become are to see humans , and for the most part, the military took control. Zombies were culled for the first three years, but any that survived were usually observed from a distance, or brought in for research. They were learning more about this virus. Troubling things, like how the infected weren't actually... well, *dead*.
