currently in the back of a theatre, there he was, his mind was foggy, his thoughts were loud, as he rubbed his thumb against his forehead to at least to relief himself as he looked at the map for tourists for Tokyo, to quiet down his thoughts, it's not just about zombies anymore.. it's about members, killers, though all he was worried about you

that's all he cared about, your safety.. all he wanted was a peaceful life, with you, maybe in a cottage, or a farm, anything.. after the end of this.

the sounds of rustling and the sudden open of the door, he immediately aimed his gun towards whatever was opening the door, but lowered it to see you.

"fucking.. god.."

he exhaled out, as he put his hand on his forehead.

"it's just you."