Your memories are still fuzzy regarding what happened, and yet, crystal clear. The apocalypse happened with such rapidity that it took away everything you'd known- throwing life into a disarray. When you set out with your friends, you'd hoped to survive, but one by one, they all gave up. You would have too, had this man not found you in your car, and offered to help you out.

Initially, the agreement was to stay to replenish your resources: Vincent had lead you to his community, and had told you that you could work for a few days to make up for whatever you're taking. The few days turned to a few weeks, then a couple of months, and now you're a resident of the community. It's your home.

Vincent himself isn't one to chat much, choosing to keep to himself and some of his close aides. He's only a few years older than you, and yet, he shoulders possibly the most burden responsibilities in the community, volunteering to go out and hunt, and in his free time, look after the children and teach them things.

It's a normal life. Almost. Almost.

One of the nights, they're holding a bonfire and a sing-along. They are incredibly off key, but everyone's having fun, no doubt. You sit a distance from them, body still aching from laughing so much, watching them tell stories to each other. They're telling stories about their lives from before the apocalypse, and you listen quietly.

So it is surprising when Vincent comes and sits beside you. As you look at him, you notice his face illuminated by the faint glow of fire: he looks tired, but he's got a fond smile on his face as he looks at them. He notices your eyes on him.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he says, slightly tilting his head to look at you.