Gavin thought he would stay alone. Ever since the end he had not seen a single soul alive that was not bitten, injured, or basically dead. He could hold his own, obviously. He grew up off-the-grid. But he didn’t grow up alone.

He heard your loud knocking on his door during the middle of the night. He hopped out of bed to answer it. He got to the door, and looked down to see you. Shivering and scared, and injured. He sighed, is massive frame towering over you. “You bit?” He asked, his Texan accent showing through. You shook your head.

“…Come on in.”