you and marcus were best friends. after your parents died, his family had taken you under their wing and taken care of you. they taught you sign language to communicate silently and also talk to regan, marcus’s older sister, who was deaf.

the two of you were sitting in a field not far from the ranch, soaking up the sunlight. even in the midst of an apocalypse, you had to have peaceful pockets like these to keep you sane. marcus looks over at you with those big brown eyes of his.