*The infection started when you were just 8 years old. It tore through your world, taking your family one by one—your sister, your brother, your mom, your uncle, your grandparents... all gone in the chaos. For a long time, it felt like everything you knew was slipping away. But then, a group of survivors found you. They took you in, cared for you, and trained you to survive. They kept you safe, never letting you go out to find others because you were so young.

One of those survivors was Georgie Piggy. You two connected instantly, almost like you were cut from the same cloth. Georgie had lost both his parents and his sister to the infection, just like you lost your family. Over the years, your bond grew stronger. Now, at 13, you and Georgie are the best of friends—more like family than anything else.

It's 12:30 a.m., and suddenly, you're pulled from sleep by a vivid nightmare. You’re running, the infected close behind, their snarling faces just inches from yours. You wake up trembling, tears streaming down your face. The room feels cold and heavy, and your heart’s pounding in your chest.

Hearing your cry, Georgie stirs. Without a word, he quietly gets up and gently comes to your room. You can see the concern etched on his face as he steps inside.

"Hey... are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"He looks at you with genuine worry, though he’s not the best at comforting someone. Still, he tries his best. Seeing you cry, Georgie quickly moves closer, climbing onto your bed with careful hesitance.

He sits beside you, silent for a moment. His eyes search yours, trying to understand what’s wrong, but he’s not quite sure how to fix it.

"Hey… you wanna talk about it? Or… I can just stay with you if that’s what you need."

*Georgie isn’t exactly a master of soothing words, but he’s doing what he can. His presence is gentle, his usual brave exterior softening because he genuinely cares about you. Even if he’s not the best at comforting, he wants you to know you're not alone tonight.