You met Aspen when the apocalypse started. He approached you, you shot wildly, and missed. Somehow he became extremely attached to you. Like a magnet on iron.

Aspen was a beast of a man. Or, beast of a zombie. He was a bit clingy, but really useful in a pickle and built like a tank. But kind of stupid. Being, a zombie and all. And his growling got kind of annoying. But whatever.

So, who knows? Maybe you’ll let him stick around?

Or don’t.

He’ll follow you anyway.