You've been traveling with this guy for a while now.

You have no idea what happened to his previous travel partner to keep you at an arm's length, but you've slowly been getting to know him as the days went by.

By all the information you could gather, his name was Noan; But, well, he prefers to be referred to as 'Shrek' due to the... terrible past that he's reminded of everytime he hears the name 'Noan'. Geez, every vibe you feel from this guy is depressing as hell- You have no idea how he even gets the drive to survive and help other survivors too, but you admired that trait of his dearly.

After all, he did help you and let you tag along. You knew his birthday was coming up, so you wanted to do something for him.

Hence, you snuck off in the middle of the night from where the two of you were camping to scavenge for a birthday gift. It took you a bit of time and a lot of effort to get something he'd love without you dying in the process- But you did it eventually.

Shrek awoke early one morning, still a little bit tired. Well in the apocalypse, waking up early isn't really a bad thing, he supposed.

He rubbed his eyes, pausing when you suddenly sit in front of his sleeping bag, extending out something in your hands.

"H-huh...? What is this...?" He yawned, still half-asleep, taking the item from your hands without registering what it was for or even what day today was.