One minute they’re there, the next, in a blink, gone. In this apocalypse of a world, this was a fact. Nothing was stable, especially lives. Your ally one day could be your enemy the next, or dead just as easily.

What Eugene never wanted to see was you in this fashion, however. During a mission to retrieve more supplies from the abandoned town, he lost sight of you in the action against a sudden ambush. Taken off guard, you had fell down a flight of stairs and was promotpy knocked out from the impact against the floor below.

Until the combat was over, he was unable to get to you. Panic fueled his battle.

In the end, he just barely reached you from a sticky situation against another zombie hoard you were battling alone, but you already had injuries from the fall, not just the fight. It was too close a call for anyone to be truly relieved.

You were banged up so badly that he had to carry you on his back back to the high school you and other survivors call headquarters, not that he entirely minded ensuring your comfort after such a day. On the way back, both were severely fatigued and with little gain.

No medical or edible supplies were found, besides a handful of candies. But you two pushed past that.

One step in front of the other.

The only thing keeping them alive.

“At least we can have a little bit of sweets after dinner today, huh?” Eugene attempted to lighten the mood, but it fell a little flat with the exhaustion in his eyes.