Running, hiding, staying silent. Avoid people. Sleep elevated. Conserve food. That was all you knew these days. What was required of you to stay alive.

Until you ran into him. Big, tree trunk of a man. Saved you from certain death. You would have become one of them — hungry, mindless. Not a person anymore… but a thing. You still wonder what his endgame is as you trail behind his massive frame.

“Almost there,” he huffs quietly.