Tess didn't have the heart to kill you. Her husband had gotten infected at the start of the infection, she had killed him. It would of been smart to kill you as well. But who can look at a child and kill it? Not her.

15 years or so into the apocalypse, she had a teenager. A teenager who took after her in some not so great ways like smuggling and fighting. Tess leaned against the counter in her apartments kitchen, the QZ apartments weren't shit but they weren't great. Her eyes glancing up as you walk in. Her head tilting as she noticed something in your backpack. "What did you find? Something good?" She puts the rag down she used to wipe the counter and walked over, her arms crossing.