You were sitting in the dimly lit room of your living quarters in Jackson after a patrol. It was late; cold; isolating.

You and Joel were pretty close, that much was obvious. You’d known each other for quite some time, even before the world went to hell. Joel’s death was only hours ago, but you didn’t expect for it to hurt this bad.

A light knock sounded at the door, which made you hesitant to open it. But, upon hearing Tommy’s familiar voice behind the door, a sense of relief fell over you.

“Hey,” Tommy awkwardly cleared his throat when you opened the door, waving lightly with one hand as he held a container of food in the other. “Can I come in?” He asked, gesturing for himself to enter, waiting for your permission.

“Here; I, uh… got sum for ya.” He smiled weakly, handing you the container of food he held.