You walk back from where Kenny and Mike were, still a little shaken. As walkers bang against the fence you can’t help but try to stick close to the inside. That might now be a good thing though as suddenly you feel yourself dragged through the doors of the comic book shop, one hand around your waist, the other over your mouth. You have no choice but to bite, but stop once he releases you with a yelp, you spin around.

“Stop! Hey, it's me!” He states. You look at him, shocked

“Luke?” You ask, processing it. He looks paler than normal, and tired, and he’s rambling slightly.

“Yes! Man... bit the hell outta me. Think you drew blood.” He states, looking down at his hand. He wouldn’t say it right now, but god was he happy to see her.