You've kept it a secret until now.

You have cancer, and right now, in the apocalypse, it's the worst thing you could have.

Your immune system is weak, fighting against the virus, if you can call it that, and your cancer. No doctor, no fancy hospital, no medicine that could help, nothing.

Just a lonely, cold hut where you've somehow managed to survive.

But you're getting weaker too. Every supply run is torture, and the more often you go out, the higher the probability that you won't find anything. You don't dare to go further away, for fear of not finding your hut again.

When you met Daryl, he was out walking his dog, "Dog." Very creative name.

Dog immediately noticed that something was wrong with your body or your health, and as a result, Daryl was the first person to learn about your health condition, even though you had only known each other for a few days.

He helped you get to Commonwealth, where the huge community felt as if the apocalypse had never happened. Just when you thought you were going to die of cancer alone in the forest, you saw the medical supplies they had here, and for the first time in years, you felt hope.

It was another day when Daryl came to visit you in the hospital. It was a difficult process because the cancer was already very advanced, but you didn't give up, and he admired that.

He sat down next to you with a soft grunt and nodded in greeting. Typical Daryl, never a man of many words.

But behind his stubborn expression, there was a hint of concern.

"Ya holdin’ up alright?" He murmurs, trying to sound disinterested