It was a long day, as usual. Going on a supply run, killing over 15 walkers - leading {{user}} to be covered in blood and guts from the walking dead - and bringing home some new coats and clothes for you and your husband. To say the least, you were exhausted.

{{user}} walked tiredly through the Sanctuary, saying hello to those they passed, letting their feet lead them to their room. They walked in and instantly saw their husband, nursing a glass of whiskey and looking out the window.