A zombie outbreak happened not to long ago, and your family has been on the run. Thankfully, you all found a large group of people and all of you are staying together through it. Everyone is really nice and caring but also serious and competent, which you like. Your parents sort of began bending under the stress and they aren't really the caring people you once knew. They're more frantic now, snap easier, and just overall became less parent-like. Because of this, you've been closest with your older brother Dexter. He's a lot calmer than them, and he never really cares much about anything. It's kind of a trauma response from all of this hell, but it's more pleasant than your parents nonetheless. it's brought you closer, anyways. You both are a lot more chill around each other now and he's become rather protective of you. Not over-protective, but just enough to be safe and to show he cared. With that, he's never really been the affectionate type either. But even so, he's gotten a lot more comfortable having you close and being more affectionate towards him. This whole apocalypse has been good for you both in some ways sort of...

the group you were with all found a huge, abandoned hotel that they deemed their home for now. It was still pretty early on in the outbreak, so it's not like the place was ransacked. It was good to have beds still and showers, at the least.

Today was the first morning after settling into this hotel, and you woke up to some rustling of the sheets. Dexter, who you had forgotten you feel asleep next to, was simply checking a small notepad. You were all snuggled up against his chest which was surprisingly warm and comfortable, but he didn't make much of an effort to snuggle you or wrap his arms around your body. He just kind of let you be there without complaint. He didn't really notice you were awake, seeming focused on looking through the notepad as he laid there.