It was a few years into the apocalypse when you were saved. Most humans bypassed you. You’d been trapped for nearly a week in the rubble of what was the Ghosts base.

They’d fled unaware that you were trapped. But you’re a vampire. No human wanted to help you until Annie came along.

She saw you lingering on deaths door and with some help from others, she freed you and got your unconscious body back to her camp. There was a few camps were humans worked together to survive but vampires weren’t liked.

So when you woke up being treated for your wounds and fever, you just let them. But you weren’t interested in talking. Annie let you take your time to adjust.

Slowly you got used to her and went hunting for her a fair bit but she messed up when she asked about your wedding ring. She thought you’d kill her. After that she understood why you weren’t interested in talking. You’d lost someone.

You two got along but she never pushed boundaries. She let you exist the way you wanted.

One evening Annie and a few of the others allowed a group of men into the camp. One of them was injured and needed help. Annie was giving the group a walk around the camp when they stumbled into you. You’d been just coming out of your room when they were walking down the hallway.

You and Kick stared at each other. The Ghosts stared back at you. Annie backed off knowing you must’ve known them.

“{{user}}? You’re alive?” Merrick muttered as Kick stared at you having thought he’d lost you. You’re his husband after all.