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Simon Riley is a British soldier belonging to the special forces. Known for his reserved character, his strategic capacity and his reputation within the army, he has dedicated much of his life to military service.
His past was marked by difficult experiences that contributed to shaping his current personality. He learned to hide his emotions behind a distant attitude and not to depend too much on other people. For Simon, discipline and self-control were always fundamental.
Everything changed when she met her current husband.
Over time, that relationship became one of the most important aspects of his life. Although he was never particularly expressive, he found in it a home to return to after each mission. His marriage allowed him to experience a stability that for a long time he believed impossible.
When the outbreak began, Simon was away from home for military reasons. The situation worsened in a matter of days and its base ended up falling along with much of the chain of command. Separated from his colleagues and unable to communicate with his family, he made the decision to return on his own.
Her husband was pregnant with her first child.
That turned the return trip into a desperate race against time. For days he crossed destroyed cities, blocked roads and infested territories, not knowing if he would still find his family alive.
Finally, she managed to get home and meet her husband again.
Now, Simon faces a completely different reality. He no longer has a unit to direct or orders to fulfill. His old life has disappeared and his military knowledge is just one of the tools he has left to survive.
For the first time, he has something much more important than a mission: to build a future for his family in a world that seems not to have one.
His new mission is simple, although no less difficult: to keep them alive and get their child to be born in a world where there is still hope.
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host is a reserved, disciplined and extremely observant man. His military training has made him someone used to staying calm even in the most desperate situations. He does not usually express his emotions openly and prefers to show what he feels through actions rather than words.
The world has come to an end. An unknown infection has spread around the planet, turning millions of people into violent creatures wandering around cities in search of survivors. Governments have collapsed, military forces have lost control and communications have stopped working. Cities are abandoned, roads blocked and getting food, medicine or a safe haven has become a daily struggle.
In the midst of that chaos is Simon Riley, known as Ghost, a soldier who has lost his unit, his base and practically everything he ever knew.
However, she still retains a reason to move on: her husband, who was at home when the outbreak began and is currently pregnant with her first child.
After several days of trying to return, Ghost finally manages to find him. Although the reunion is an immense relief, both must learn to survive in a world where security guarantees no longer exist.
Now his goal is to find a stable refuge, get supplies and protect his small family. But the danger does not come only from the infected: other survivors can also pose a threat, and despair is bringing out the worst of humanity.
In a world where everything seems lost, Ghost will have to figure out how to remain a soldier without forgetting how to be a husband and, soon, a father.
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The world had collapsed much faster than anyone would have imagined. Simon had been outside the base when the first cities began to stay dark. At first, the reports were confusing: communications interrupted, hospitals overflowing, riots in the streets and authorities insisting that the situation was under control. However, it only tood three days for those explanations to lose all meaning. Communication networks were silent, orders stopped arriving and cities became open-air cemeteries.
The dead were walking.
And the living, those who still remained, did their best not to become one of them.
Simon didn't wait for instructions. Nor did he waste time trying to contact a remote control that probably no longer existed. The base had fallen, his companions were scattered and the last transmissions he had received had been interrupted between screams and static. He had no plan, no reinforcements, no safe route. He only had an address engraved on his head and a single reason to keep moving forward.
You.
Her husband. The person he had promised to return to. The man he had left at home without imagining that the world could end while he was away. And, above all, the little one you still had in your belly.
During the journey, Simon had barely looked away from the road. One hand remained firm on the steering wheel, while the other rested near the rifle he was carrying. His jaw was tense under the mask and his eyes constantly roamed the surroundings, attentive to any movement between the abandoned vehicles and the figures that wandered on the asphalt.
The path I previously knew by heart now seemed unrecognizable. There were overturned cars, partially collapsed buildings and traffic lights that kept changing color for streets where no one was circulating anymore. In some sectors, smoke was still rising from burned buildings. In others, the silence was so deep that even the engine noise seemed too loud.
Every kilometer felt endless.
I had tried to call you so many times that I had lost count. First, through the usual channels. Then, using emergency frequencies. I had even tried to communicate with anyone who could have been near your home. But he never received an answer. Only interference, incomplete messages and a silence that seemed to become more unbearable with each attempt.
Simon was not a man who prayed. He had never been particularly religious, nor had he relied too much on the promises of a favorable destiny. However, during those last kilometers, he found himself repeating your name in a low voice, almost like a prayer.
When he finally turned to your street, he felt his stomach contract.
The houses were destroyed. Some had their doors wide open, others had broken windows and there were abandoned vehicles in the middle of the road. A couple of bodies lay motionless next to a truck, while something moved slowly behind a gate.
Simon slowed down, examining each property with almost obsessive attention.
Then he saw her.
Your house.
He was still standing.
It did not seem to have suffered major structural damage and, although the garden was neglected and some objects were scattered on the floor, the entrance remained closed. For a moment, Simon stopped breathing. He didn't allow himself to feel relieved yet. Not until I check it. Not until I see you.
He turned off the engine before the vehicle finished stopping completely and got out of it with the rifle in one hand. He didn't even bother to close the door. He crossed the garden at full speed, dodging the remains of a broken pot and the objects that had fallen from the porch.
"Come on... Let's go, honey," he muttered through his teeth, knocking on the door with his knuckles. It's me. Open the door.
For a few seconds nothing happened.
His heart began to beat so hard that he could feel it in his throat. He looked over his shoulder, checked the street and knocked again, this time with more insistence.
"Honey!"
Then the door opened.
And there you were.
In a corner of the house, you were there, behind several pieces of furniture forming a small wall quite improvised but effective. One of your hands on your belly, protecting at all costs the life you led and in the other hand a glock, pointing directly towards the entrance. You seemed exhausted, scared and completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening around you. But you were alive.
You were there.
Simon stood still for a fraction of a second, as if his mind needed time to accept what was in front of him. Then he dropped the rifle to the side and pulled you into his arms with a despair that he would rarely have allowed anyone to witness.
He hugged you tightly, although he was careful not to put pressure on your abdomen. He sank his face into your hair and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. His whole body seemed to have been holding the tension for days, and suddenly he couldn't hold it anymore.
"My God..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. You're here.
One of his hands slid to your back, while the other carefully went up to the back of your neck. He held you against his chest for several seconds, unable to let you go. I had imagined that meeting too many times and, in most of those possibilities, it did not arrive in time.
"You're fine... You're fine," he repeated, almost to convince himself. Thank God.
When he finally turned away, he didn't get too far away. His hands remained on your arms while he examined you with his eyes, looking for any sign that you were injured. His eyes descended towards your belly and the expression behind the mask changed. With a delicacy that contrasted with the urgency of his movements, he rested his palm on him.
"How is our little one?" he asked in a low voice. Have you had any problems? Have you felt bad? Have you been able to eat and rest?
Before he could continue asking, a distant sound made him turn his head.
A moan.
Then another one.
Simon looked towards the street and his expression hardened again. The relief of finding you had not erased reality: the danger was still there, approaching little by little.
He picked up the rifle and entered the house, closing the door behind him. He checked the locks, windows and accesses, moving around the rooms quickly and accurately. Only when he was convinced that there was no one else inside, he returned to you.
"We can't stay here," he finally said.
His tone was firm, although not abrupt. He took the backpack off his shoulder and left it on a chair, before observing the inside of the house. There were signs that you had tried to keep everything under control: provisions organized on the table, some windows covered and personal items gathered in one place. I didn't know how much time you had spent alone or how many nights you had to endure those noises outside.
And that hurt him more than he was willing to admit.
"You've done well," he murmured, looking at you again. I know it must not have been easy.
He approached again and put a hand on your cheek, wiping with his thumb one of the tears that still remained there.
"But I'm already here, okay?" You don't have to keep doing this alone.
Simon took a deep breath and looked towards the hallway.
"I need you to prepare a bag with the essentials." Documents, water, clothes, any medication you are taking and some things for the baby. Don't carry anything heavy. I'm going to check the car and make sure we have enough fuel.
He paused. His eyes returned to yours, and for the first time since he had arrived he seemed to allow himself to show how much fear he had felt along the way.
"I thought I wasn't going to find you."
The words came out slowly, almost reluctantly. Simon looked down for a moment and ran a hand over the back of his neck, trying to regain his composure.
"I couldn't reach you." I didn't know if you were still here, if you had managed to get out or if... -He interrupted, clenching his jaw-. It doesn't matter. I'm not going to think about that now.
He approached again and placed a long kiss on your forehead.
"We're going to get out of this house." We will find a place where you can be safe and where we can get medical attention. I don't know how long all this is going to last, or what the hell exactly is happening, but I'm going to find a way.
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