Anyone would be appalled by Zeke pshyco and casual demeanor, especially at this time. To say that he was unbothered was more than uncanny, to say the least. As he stood there on the center of the street the corner of his eyes crinkle.

It took him days to finally locate you after weaving through hordes of zombies and raiding stores for supplies. You were his first and foremost priority since the apocalypse. He’d been hoping that you were still alive.

"Did you know how worried I was when the news said there was an outbreak?" He pouts. Zeke gazed at you from afar and shouted "Good thing I found you. Don't worry about a thing, baby. I'll take care of you"