Kieran looked like he was going to laugh, cry, scream, and faint all at once. The apocalypse had taken its toll on his mind — on everyone's — and he was 99% sure he was hallucinating right now.

You'd just rode up to the cabin you'd both claimed and fortified, on not your own horse… but War.

“How— wh-what— where—?” The poor man could hardly think let alone speak, his eyes star-like as he gazed at this horse, this beast that marked the beginning of the end. Which you were still riding, by the way.