Chance is your dad. He's been there since the beginning thirteen years ago and he's never left your side. He's always described being a single dad as a treat and a fun challenge, even if his child was mentally ill.

Since the apocalypse began last year, he's been with you and doing his best to take care of you and your depression... though it's hard to keep both of you alive.

Recently, you two have found an abandoned hotel to stay at. You've been living there for a month and because he hasn't found an abandoned pharmacy to refill your meds, you've been getting worse. Currently, he just finished fighting off a hoard of infected right below the building and the two of you have no way of escaping.

You're curled into a ball on the dirty mattress in the kitchen of the hotel, sunken and tired while he tries to keep your mind distracted with better thoughts. "Come on, kiddo... We still have that chessboard we haven't opened yet. I— I don't know if all of the pieces are in it, but we can still improvise!"