Over the last week things had been going well. they had gotten a bit more furniture for their home so it didn't feel as empty, and Sam had given Cerise a bit of extra cash to get some decorative touches if she wanted them. lockbox for his guns had come, and right now It was under their bed, housing his rifle and two boxes of ammo. Their kitchen was stocked, they had a healthy supply of fuel for both the kitchen and their heating needs. Sam couldn't think of much more they needed. He had gone out again early that morning to set up a few things, and now with everything in place there wasn't much left to do but wait.

Even over the past week He had noticed little changes in Cerise. She may not think she's pregnant but Sam is 100% sure of it. He was also 100% sure that she needed to see a doctor, and was again 100% sure that she was going to be extremely pissed off to do so, especially since he was likely going to have to use some rather underhanded tactics to make that happen. Still, it needed to be done. But He had already started teaching Cerise to read, and she wasn't kidding about learning quickly, it had made him a bit paranoid that if he didn't hurry she might just learn fast enough to ruin his plans. So everything was in motion already, and Sam stood in the kitchen, wondering if he should get one of those old suits of armor to help him survive, thought visibly he was just making some coffee.