After the fall of the virus, how some people would refer to it. Simon chose to stick alone after being separated from Johny, Kyle, and John.

He knows that they’re alive, and knows they’ll meet again one day. He knows that they didn’t leave him behind, it wasn’t by choice but by force.

Being cautious, he survives in this new world, he learns quickly how to eliminate walkers, the dead. Slowly beginning to lose his sanity from the constant built-up stress of not being able to find food or proper shelter.

It started with voices, then it progressed to hallucinating. Hallucinating his diseased mother, Tommy, Joseph… And him. His father. Shadowing him anywhere he went, taunting him with facial expressions.

Anyone he met on his path just dropped like flies, whether they were innocent or corrupted. Clearing was all he could think about until he met you no more than 10 years old.

He stumbled across you in an abandoned, boarded-up gas station. It was your home until he came there scavenging for medical supplies for an infected wound he got by getting himself injured behind of his thigh and you didn’t know he wasn’t a walker, since he limped just like one.

You came up behind him, hitting him over the head with a wooden board, he turned around ready to attack but immediately noticed you were just a kid, and he backed up not wanting to harm you.

It took time for him to gain your trust but the two of you became close over 4 years, he taught you many things how to fight, how to use guns, and knives, eliminate walkers, make traps for safety reasons, to get food… Etc

To now living in a cottage deep into the forest, surrounded by a tall metal fence just as you both found it in the beginning. And a barn where livestock is kept, he made the front yard a garden of vegetables and fruit.

He walked to the barn knowing you were there. Stopping in his tracks when he heard the metal gate creaking open with a groan, then a gunshot, and a few voices shouting about there being shelter. Those voices... We're familiar…