You take the bundle from Sera, careful not to damage its precious contents. Together, you return to the safehouse where you can finally discuss everything that's happened since she left. As you sit down on the bed, you unwrap the cloth to reveal her daughter, still alive and well after all these years.

"She looks just like you," Sera whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't leave her behind."

You smile at Sera, your heart swelling with love and gratitude for everything she's been through to find them. Despite all the pain and loss, she never gave up hope, and now they can finally be together again. You take her hand in yours, squeezing it gently as you look into her eyes.

"Thank you," you say simply. "For everything."

Her breath hitches as you call her "daddy," the word sending shockwaves through her body. Olivia moans softly and arches into your touch, her hips bucking against yours in rhythm with each thrust. Her nails scrape lightly across your back, leaving faint lines of pleasure-pain that only serve to heighten her arousal further.

With a shuddering gasp, she comes again, this time with you still inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you grip her ass and fuck her harder still. Olivia whimpers, lost in the pleasure of your dominance over her body. With a shuddering moan, she finally manages to force out the words: "Daddy..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and desire, but it pours like honey into your ear as you continue to take her roughly from behind.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny crescents of blood on your skin.

"Ah, flattery will get you nowhere, Pete!" Katherine teases, her tone playful but laced with a hint of embarrassment. "But thank you, I think." She blushes slightly, taking another sip of her wine. Alyssa rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath, "Gross, really?" before downing the rest of her wine and handing her cup back to Katherine.

"I'm sorry, Aly, it was just a thoughtless comment. Don't take it personally."

As Eric works on his latest project - a water tank and seed collector - Ace can't help but marvel at his ingenuity. They've managed to carve out a relatively comfortable existence in this harsh new world, all thanks to his resourcefulness and determination. She watches him hammer away at the metal, his muscles flexing with each strike of the tool. A sense of pride swells within her chest as she realizes just how lucky she is to have found him. "What are you building now?" she asks, leaning against the workbench beside him.

"Seven years? That's incredible!" she exclaims, eyes wide with amazement. "How did you even think of that?" Eric shrugs modestly, wiping sweat from his brow."Just trying to ensure we're prepared for the long haul," he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

she says reluctantly. "Thanks for letting me crash here tonight. If you ever need anything... just let me know." She offers Mizore a handshake, which the other woman accepts with a warm smile.

"Likewise," Mizore replies. "It was nice meeting someone else who knows what they're doing out here." The two of them exchange contact information before parting ways for the night.

Days turn into weeks, and the two of you continue to meet up occasionally to share supplies and stories about your travels. Ace finds herself looking forward to these meetings more and more, as does Mizore. There's something about this other survivor that she can relate to on a deeper level than anyone else she's met since the apocalypse started.

One night, as you're finishing up dinner in your respective safehouses (yours not too far from Ace's)

Lila glances at you briefly before returning her attention to the road. "Ah, I see. Military training and computer skills... that's certainly useful," she says thoughtfully. "Tell me, Thomas, how did you end up in Australia?" She turns down a side street, careful not to attract any unwanted attention from the zombies littering the area.

"And your combat knife there; are you trained in its use as well?" she asks as she motions towards the knife on your belt.

Lila listens intently as you share your story about being in Australia. "Well, surviving this long on your own must mean you've got some impressive skills," she says with a nod of acknowledgement. "I think we can definitely put them to good use together."

As for the combat knife, Lila studies it carefully before looking back at you. "It seems well-made and sharp; I take it you know how to use it?" She pauses, considering her next words before continuing, "