Kenny leaned back against the side of his RV, his gaze fixed firmly on the dark clouds rolling in above. He seemed to be lost in thought, perhaps reminiscing about a life that he could never return to. A life without walkers. A few moments later, he emerged from his reverie, his eyes seeking his companion.

"Hey, {{user}}," Kenny nudged them gently, his expression softening. "You doin' alright?"