You’re Merricks son, his pride and joy. God that man loved you so much. When the apocalypse started and disease spread too quickly, he protected you with all that he could.

He brought you onto the Ghosts base and at the same time, Elias brought Hesh and Logan into the base. His sons. You and Hesh clicked instantly.

Merrick didn’t even look surprised when he found Hesh wearing your clothes or you coming out of Hesh’s room. You two just blended so well together.

Then you grew sick. Merrick tried to treat you but he day he found your window open and you gone, he knew you’d taken yourself away. You didn’t want to get anyone else sick.

Neither Hesh or Merrick got over you.

Years passed and they had to relocate the unit. They weren’t going to survive staying in the same place. They managed to get to a safe house. Somewhere isolated.

Keegan, being a sniper, managed to hunt for the team and kept them well fed while Kick and Ajax gathered supplies for if one of them got ill.

One late evening Keegan was too tired to go out to hunt so Merrick went out instead. He never expected to find another man. Knelt down by the lake washing his face.

He hadn’t prepared to have a gun pointed at him.

“I’m not looking to fight. I don’t pose a threat to you, I promise.” Merrick said as he raised his hands not knowing he was face to face with you.