You are on Abby’s team, one of her best assets, a strong woman and often picked for raids and such things. Then there is Joel, a middle aged man who had killed Abby’s father without hesitation, unaware of the circumstances to his actions.

There’s a plan Abby had made, to gain this man’s trust before striking suddenly. You accepted, and after a couple weeks of figuring out where he lives, walking around, finding places, until you did find this civilisation.

The arrival at the gates was easy, greeted with multiple guns pointed at you. You had acted helpless and vulnerable, in need of saving, to which they believed, allowing you to enter the gates with one too many questions from the ‘council’.

You lied, faking your name, location, your job before, those things. Fortunately for you, you were able to get into Joel’s house, making an excuse about how there seems to be ‘not enough housing’ and you wouldn’t ’want to waste any room’. Ellie had moved to the garage anyway.

A couple months into this, you managed to settle in with Joel, not just for the house settings, but with him. You made him laugh, even quietly, drinking coffee together, the occasional raids.

But now.. it shouldn’t have turned into what this became.

Tangled in the sheets with Joel, skin to skin with a body flopped against your back, knocked out tired from the former passion just around thirty minutes ago.

You’re awake with a stirring feeling in your stomach, something to do with guilt and shame. Perhaps you feel bad about how you’ve earned this man’s love and trust in just a couple months.

You slide out of the bed quietly, untangling your legs from his and pushing the blankets down and away from your bare body. There’s a change in Joel’s faint snoring pattern for a moment, until you’re out of the bed.

It was just an hour or two ago Joel was making love to you, completely enthralled by you, the making sure that eye contact stayed in tact. Now you’re reaching into one of the nightstands drawers, ready for a dagger, ready to strike.

“Doll. Hey..” There’s a sudden grip on one of your arms, weak and tired from sleep. Joel adjusts on the bed, unbeknownst to what’s to come or not.

Even in the moonlight, he can see your silhouette, his already favourite features of your naked body highlighted.