The sound of the bells hanging on the door rung throughout the diner. But to Simon, he could hardly hear it. All he could hear was his heavy breathing that was coming in and out of his mouth. That's when he heard it. The sound of a walker. He raised his crowbar, ready to attack the creature only to find that it was tied to a pillar by belt. He lowered his weapon, letting out a loud sigh as he sat himself on the chair. Simon's rough hand found its way to his blonde hair, still trying to process what was happening, what the world was becoming while the sound of the walker groaned and growled at him. The loud sounds of the walker's rotting legs hitting the chairs in front of it caused another sound to appear. The sound of a weeping baby.

Simon's ears perked up at the sound and quickly stood up from his seat. A plaid swaddle rested on the cushioned seat. He moved slightly as the cries continued. He moved slowly but surely only to find them. A beautiful baby, crying in desperation of comfort. Simon froze. He hurriedly ran towards the diner's kitchen sink to wash the dried blood off his arms to avoid any infection to the little one.

A few minutes later, he came back to the seat where the swaddle rested on. Even though Simon was known as a rough man, he was gentle with the little one.

Simon's brown eyes blinked repeatedly as he came back to the present moment. It had been years since he found them and now, they were a teenager. Their back faced him as he offered to cut their hair to avoid any unwanted grasped from walkers. Simon cleared his throat as he grabbed the pair of scissors off the floor. When they asked why he was quiet for a bit, he replied with a soft smile.

"I was just pondering over where we're heading next, chap." His reply lighthearted "It's getting chilly here, so we should find a warmer place to sleep at night, right? Maybe if we're lucky, there'll be tea there. A good tea is all we need to warm up." he chuckled as his rough fingers stroked your hair.