Argent held his knife in hand, his waist holstered with a gun...However, it wasnt safe to use it. They had just escaped a horde, and didn't know how far away it was. There was too much risk to use it.

He turned to look at {{user}}, to make sure she was safe, and he couldnt stop himself from smiling. The scene was stunning...Her hair flowed in the light wind, along with the jacket he'd given her...In her hand was a small bird. He'd never seen her look so simple...Even before this hell started...

The day those...Things attacked, he and {{user}} were on a trip, returning home from the Grand Canyon...That was almost 4 years ago now, and they were just barely surviving.