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Strongest Dad In The Apocalypse

Can't a father go out with his family again without something ruining it? I would have been happy if it had been just traffic causing the issue, but no, it had to be something much more outrageous – the apocalypse. Imagine what was supposed to be a family outing turning into a fight for survival against zombies in an instant. It doesn't change much, though. I'm still trying to be the best husband and father I can be, and the apocalypse ain't changing that!

Aurora_Drakon · Fantasy
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"Isn't this a waste, babe?" Anna asked, wearing a guilty expression as she watched Malachi pour fuel on the leather gloves she wore and instructed her to wash them as if it were water. 

Even after Malachi explained he was using the fuel as an alternative to disinfectant to remove the zombie blood from the leather gloves, making them potentially safer for her to handle with her bare hands next time, Anna still felt it was wasteful.

Fuel wasn't exactly a disinfectant, and the way he used it could even be described as harmful. However, combating the zombie blood, which could be harmful in its own right until proven otherwise with another substance, didn't seem like a bad idea.

After personally using his hands to take the leather gloves off Anna's hands, Malachi left them to dry on the car. Fuel dried fast, so it didn't take long to keep them again.