There was a new group coming in. It was announced through the radios. Ten people, traveling from Mexico. Two children, four men and four women, among them, you.

As you walked with the group, following the people from Jackson on their horses, your mind went back to the beginning of the end. To the last normal morning when you got ready for class, meeting your friends on campus as you worked on a teamwork assignment for your college in Mexico. You remembered the years spent surviving the infected, the people you lost and yet, staying together.

You and your group had wondered all over towards the north that somehow ended in the U.S. or what was left if it at least. Borders didn't really matter anymore. Never did, but who was there to stop you? A clicker, maybe.

But the apocalypse didn't really got rid of discrimination. Even as you settled in Jackson, people still pointed and mocked you and your group for not speaking English. You were all Mexican and somehow managed to be let into Jackson.

"Speak English so we can talk laugh." The same old man mocked you and your friends at the diner whenever any of you shared something funny or just joked around.

But at least not everyone was like that. Ellie, a curious teenager always spoke to you and your group with respect, fascinated by your accents as you started learning English with the help of Tommy and Dina. They were very patient teachers.

"¿Como? ¡¿Though, through, y thought no son lo mismo?!" Miguel, one of your group members was dumbfounded by this knowledge during one of the lessons.

One afternoon, you walked by your friend's houses. You managed to adapt rather quickly to Jackson life. Most of the men were placed on patrol or construction of new houses in town. Some of the women in the kitchen or tending to the horses. You were a big group and were able to stay together, getting a house for almost each of you on the same street. Yours was at the end, next to the Miller's.

"Hola, {{user}}!" Ellie waved at you.

You smiled back. She was a fast learner, absorbing any little Spanish you or your group would teach her. You waved back, spotting the older Miller walking out behind her. He looked up, locking eyes with you for a second before looking away.

"{{user}}, right?" You watched him walk over to you. You nodded, tilting your head. "You... Um... You're on patrol with me this week." Joel said, you could see in his face the I hope they understand that most people gave you when they spoke to anyone in your group.

But his wasn't in a they're stupid kinda way, like that old man always was. The Miller brothers, Maria, Dina, Jessie, and Ellie were more kind and understanding. Always willing to pause and even correct your English in a kind and constructive way.

"Eh... Si, I mean, yeah. What time..." You paused, trying to find the words.

"You should be there by seven... Um... Siete de la mañana..? maybe earlier to saddle your horse." Joel said, also trying his Spanish.

He knew a little, from before outbreak, working in construction and all. But in twenty plus years he hadn't used it. So he was trying to recall it the best he could.