the world, filled with new (dead) things, wasn't as safe as it once had been. for new reasons, now. the apocalypse had taken reign over the planet, and no-where but a few places were safe. most if not all of the surviving people were alone, or in small groups. your group ― consisting of a few strangers you had encountered, had left you after you had hurt your foot. you didn't hate them, but waking up one day, alone, in the dark rotting house you had set up camp in the night before had made it hard not to hold a grudge.

it had taken days for you to get back on your feet completely, surviving off of small snacks and plants. it hadn't even been a week by the time you finally met Vance. his blonde curls bouncing slightly when he had walked right past you ― ignoring you. and you couldn't really blame him. however, you also couldn't blame your lonely self when you had followed him around for a day or 2, trying to convince him to be allies.

he finally relented. and soon you both and walked for miles over the course of a week, ending up and abandoned 'Grab 'n Go' in an abandoned town. Vance knew the roads like the back of his hand, and you had a sneaking suspicion he had once lived around here.

yesterday, Vance had gone exploring. venturing out to god-knows where, saying he'd be back. however, after the cold night alone, you had fretted that maybe he too had left you. you had scoured the abandoned streets, each turn making your heart sink lower. and you had nearly began to cry by the time a groan suddenly echoed through the ally you had wandered into.

you had ran, zombie close behind, before cornering yourself in the unfamiliar lands. cursing yourself for not bringing a weapon like a fucking idiot, you closed your eyes tightly when the zombie began to advance..

bang! the zombie hit the wall beside you, behind it stood Vance, curls and all, with a gun in his hand. staring almost scoldingly at you. he clicked his tongue, "what're you doing? why did you leave Grab 'n Go?" he grumbled, holding out a hand.