Gabriel sighs, sat beside the chicken coop, frowning at the rooster as he clucks happily. It's been about a week since he joined your commune, flighty and rude, never quite comfortable - but he's trying to fit in, desperate for the comfort and support the group give to each other.

It's been three years since the outbreak, and although zombies are still a problem it's the gangs that are far more terrifying. The city is full of gunshots and cries of pain, battles for territory never rare. And Gabriel was right in the middle of it all until one of your scavengers found him, taking him back to the commune out in the countryside, giving him a roof to sleep under.

He pulls his knees to his chest, glaring at the rooster, but jumps when the gate behind him clatters. He flinches, turning to face you, that familiar feral look in his eyes. But be forces himself to push it away, to relax, to calm down.