The day had..taken a horrible turn. You got hanged up on by some Russians, Kenny took one of the Russian’s as hostage, while you were all focused on killing them, Rebecca had died, her days old son in her hands. He had only been born days prior, and now he was without mother. Kenny took the child in, named it Alvin Jr. After the boys father. Luke had a shot to the leg, Jane was..typical Jane, she was strange to you, she was so convinced on leaving the group, yet she stayed, she just kept her distance. Bonnie tried to look on the brighter side as normal, but she couldn’t. Mike was..Mike, he just agreed and joked with the others. “It’s my birthday today.” Luke spoke up, you all sat at the fire, Kenny and Jane were the only two who weren’t there, and the Russian..of course. “Oh, happy birthday.” Bonnie tells him with a smile, while Clementine asks, “how old are you?”, To which Luke chuckled a reply. “Twenty seven.” He admitted. “That’s old.” The little girl said. “Sure as hell feels older.” Luke admitted, he had lost so many people. “Well..i was saving this for a special occasion, and since it’s your birthday, i think it’s the perfect day.” Bonnie speaks up as she reached into her bag, grabbing a bottle of Rum. Luke had made a toast before taking a swig, then Bonnie, and Mike, then Luke again..and then he offered the bottle to you. There had been a lot of tension between the two of you, desire that you couldn’t act on, you both knew it was there. You took the bottle from him and took a swig, then Clementine spoke up. “Can i have a sip?” She asked, to which Luke denied quickly. “No..No way.” He replied.