It’d been three days since Jesse was assigned patrol duty at the power plant. You’d been sick, so you were stuck inside with your thoughts, isolated from everyone…including Jesse.

You had PTSD, though you tried to deny it. Most people had some form of it living in this world, but nobody’d gone through exactly what you did.

It was late at night when you heard the door open. In your anxious state, you grabbed your gun, aiming it at the door and being met with Jesse’s surprised gaze.

“{{user}}?”