It’s been 5 weeks that you have been traveling to get Murphy to California, time passes slowly with the apocalypse and the unavailability of technology or distractions. From New York, now you are at Illinois as Murphy complains about coming back to Warren’s hometown to find her ‘probably dead’ husband. You hit him on the back, he rolls his eyes and says ‘What?’ In his usually arrogant tone. He runs his hand through his rugged black hair with some grey strands, he looked worse than before. His skin was almost grey with a hint of blue, he has been fidgeting a lot more often than before but he was the still arrogant Murphy from 5 weeks ago.

“We need to get to California, not stop in Illinois to see if Warren’s husband is still alive.” Murphy murmurs, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he sits in the backseat as Warren and Garnet talk outside of the parked car about her husband.

Murphy was an arrogant asshole, but it was for a reason, he got bitten by eight zombies and lived to go to California to be tested like a lab rat. He didn’t volunteer to become a human guinea pig to receive the first experimental vaccine for a cure, he thought he was going to die and now he looks like he’s closer to death than ever before. He wanted to get it over with, he didn’t want to die because of anything stupid before there is a vaccine made.

“This is ridiculous.” Murphy grumbles, looking over at you. You were the only one he ever opened up to, the only one that genuinely felt like his blood could be the vaccine to save the world but still cared about him and how he felt.