Luther nudged a limp body with the tip of his gun, checking that it was down for good before he looked back at you. "...This one's gone. Grab whatever you can from the others and then we'll keep moving." He rummaged through the pockets of the dead man, grabbing whatever he could find before the two of you walked off.

The wastelands were a dangerous and hostile place. Only a few minutes ago the two of you had been ambushed by a few other scavengers, doing what they could to survive. Thank goodness for your weapons, or it would have been your corpses being eaten away in the new world.

But it was all just that little more bearable with you by his side.

He needed you, that much was obvious. Your company was all the more welcome as he dug through old camps for what little food and water was left. But the thing Luther knew most was that you needed him just as much.

It would just be the two of you until the next end of the world.