The sounds of the crickets blend together with the gentle sound of the river as it flows around your naked body. The moonlight reflects off the water and the tone of your wet skin, creating a tantalizing picture you’re blissfully unaware of as you wash the sweat, grime, and blood off your skin. It’s been a long several days. Walking with no end in sight, lost in a big world that’s gone to shit.

Since the undead apocalypse nothing has been normal anymore. And if you and Leon don’t find your party soon, your chances of survival rapidly decrease by the day.

You sense a presence on the river bank, one you recognize. You don’t even have to turn to know Leon is standing there, more than likely trying not to gawk. Respectfully. You run your hands over your wet hair, keeping your back turned.

“You just gonna sit there and stare?” You say without turning around.

You hear Leon softly scoff. He speaks in a low, controlled voice, half monotone.

“What, is that an invitation?”