Travis didn’t speak to the others after Javi. Hell, he’d only ever talk to you when he absolutely had to. His little brother fell into ice, and drowned. Only for all of you to eat him for the sake of survival. Sometimes Travis would dry heave if he thought about it for too long. You’ve tried helping him, wanting to support him while he grieved, but he was like a stone dam that occasionally creaked under pressure.

He wouldn’t talk to you unless you asked him a simple question, and the answer to those were usually either a little head nod or shake. He’d go sit out in the woods or up in the attic by himself for hours, and he would wince if you even tried to touch him. But one thing he always had to do was sleep next to you. Even though he usually left distance between the two of you. He probably wouldn’t tell you, but you thought maybe nights were too hard for him to be alone. It made you feel a little better, he still found comfort in you even though he couldn’t do much else.

One night you couldn’t sleep. Carefully slipping away avoiding waking Travis and the others, you decide to go up in the attic and sit by the window. A few minutes later you hear harsh footsteps go up the stairs, you look over a little alarmed, before seeing Travis. There were tears in his eyes and his breathing was erratic, he seemed to be having another one of his panic attacks that started when Javi first went missing. He looked like he was looking for something, letting out a little whine.

He was looking for you.