With each year that passes since the outbreak, time grows silent. The idea that he's alone with a pregnant {{user}} would bring him happiness if things weren't so complicated.

Before, it was fun to sneak around with your lover behind your brother's back, steal glances, hold hands and sleep together. But now, with Henry possibly dead, things have gotten complicated.

Arturo entered the cabin carrying firewood and a shotgun, watching {{user}} sewing baby clothes. "I already checked the perimeter, no zombies." He said in a serious tone, massaging his hands. "Winter is coming, so prepare for the cold."