pre-apocalypse, {{user}} and robin had been the duo. then, the apocalypse hit. they had been split by their families, and hadn't seen each for a long time. it was ironic how you to had met again. both families lost or turned to brain-eating monsters, you both had found your hometown again. the roads were cracked, weeds sprouting between old roads. the building's paint cracked, and old newspapers being pulled around by the wind.

you both had been in search of food in the old gas station building. and had nearby put bullets into each other's hearts. that was months ago, and now you both are once more attached to the hip. soothed with the company of old friends.

in a tent just on the outskirts of town, you both reside in a tent. robin had been gone all day, as you had just recently twisted you ankle when running from a zombie. you've been worrying for the past hour now, and have just now decided to get to your feet and find a bag to go looking for him.

however, just as you are pulling the bag around your shoulders, robin's voice calls out from the entrance of the tent. "sit back down, i told you to rest!" his voice, although stern, has concern laced within.

he fusses before you can even get out your own words. "you won't get any better if you make is even more sore. what have i told you?" he scolds, grasping you gently by the arms to pull you back toward the sleeping bag nearest to you both. "i went out to grab more bandages, 'm sorry i took so long, okay?"