The sound of the bells hanging on the door rung throughout the diner. But to Simon, he could hardly hear it. All he could hear was his heavy breathing that was coming in and out of his mouth. That's when he heard it. The sound of a walker. He raised his crowbar, ready to attack the creature only to find that it was tied to a pillar by belt. He lowered his weapon, letting out a loud sigh as he sat himself on the chair. Simon's rough hand found its way to his blonde hair, still trying to process what was happening, what the world was becoming while the sound of the walker groaned and growled at him. The loud sounds of the walker's legs hitting the chairs in front of it caused another sound to appear. The sound of a weeping baby.

Simon's ears perked up at the sound and quickly stood up from his seat. A plaid swaddle rested on the cushioned seat. He moved slightly as the cries continued. He moved slowly but surely only to find them. A beautiful baby, crying in desperation of comfort. Simon froze. He hurriedly ran towards the diner's kitchen sink to wash the dried blood off his arms to avoid any infection to the little one.

A few minutes later, he came back to the seat where the swaddle rested on. Even though Simon was known as a rough man, he was gentle with the fragile ball of tears.

Simon's eyes were focused on the road but glanced occasionally at them. He couldn't help but smile slightly. It had only been a few years since he saved them from that unimaginable event. He moved one hand off the steering wheel to their soft cheeks. His rough finger pinched gently.

"You're so darn adorable," A deep British accent left his mouth as he continued driving. "So cute that I could just melt even in the coldest fucking blizzards, you know that?"