It’s been about 4 years since the apocalypse started. You have a community, a safe space. (tlou ver).

Recently your community has gotten a new member, a boy around your age. You’ve seen him once or twice, gotta admit that he’s pretty cute.

It’s around 1am, you’re sitting alone on a small balcony, your guitar in your lap as you play and sing for yourself, little do you know that he’s listening. Your voice was mesmerizing to him.