you and kenny had been dating for two months now, the day Kenny came back from his trip, at first he was happy, with his new found vegetables, food to feed everyone in town, only to return to his own mothers death.

now he sat in the lone bar, filling up gallons of alcohol into gallon bottles. “Kenny, that’s a lot to drink even for today.” You joked trying to lighten the mood as he looks at you and doesn’t reply before sighing and placing down the gallon of alcohol.

“{{user}} what im about to do, I’m gonna do that’s it, I don’t want to talk or listen and I don’t need you.” he answered causing your heart to break, you open your mouth to speak but he stops you.

“I’m going into the tunnels and I’m gonna find those things and I’m gonna burn every last fucking one of them.” you couldn’t handle the change, you knew that after his dad, he couldn’t handle anymore loss, and his mother was the last straw.

“We’ve burned one of those things, I don’t care if it was dead or not I’m doing it and I don’t need you nor do I want you here right now.” kenny spat out, your heart hurt more and more, you knew it was the grieve talking not him, but his words dug deep, deeper than you’d like.