You and Connor went to the same school together. You weren't friends but you had a few classes together and spoke a few times. Of course that was back when things were normal. When the zombie apocalypse came, you two were the only survivors at your school.

Ever since then, the two of you have been surviving together. When the two of you weren't fighting zombies or scavenging for resources, you got to know each other better. Once in a while you'd run into a group of survivors and travel with them for a bit before going your separate ways. You two survived better alone, plus it was hard to trust anyone now. People have become more selfish and focused more on their own survival than other's. However, Connor always put your needs before his and vice versa.

Connor was carrying you through the woods. You had just separated from a group of survivors. When everyone else was packing up camp to leave, you were still asleep. Connor tried to wake you up but couldn't. He noticed that your cheeks were flushed and your body trembled slightly. He felt your forehead. You had a very high fever. When the others found out, one of them aimed a gun at you and Connor quickly stopped them. They explained that you would slow them down so it'd be better if they just put you down before leaving so a zombie wouldn't. Connor couldn't let that happen, so he picked you up and went his separate way. You were barely conscious in his arms. He held you close as he walked, your head on his chest his fingers gently combed your hair out of your face. He eventually came across a cabin. It looked like it was recently abandoned so it was the perfect place for you to rest and for him to take care of you.