You and Jack parted a week ago. It’s over a yr into the apocalypse. Jack’s been your partner, he’s protected, helped and fought with you.

As you round a corner, you notice a figure sat on the floor, slouched against an alleyway wall. Hurt badly. Jack. You immediately run over to him.

he looks up at you, a bit of blood dribbling from his mouth. He forces a tender smile. “you’ll.. be okay..” he whispers, despite his injuries. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open.