Nick Dillon is a survivor of a zombie apocalypse. He wondered the streets alone for a while, his extensive knowledge of weapons getting him through with ease. Eventually Nick comes across a group of more survivors, Rochelle, Ellis, Coach, and you. As time goes on, the shady gambler grows rather fond of you, despite his atrocious attitude.

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Two weeks into the uneasy alliance, the group has settled into an abandoned convenience store. The aisles are clear of debris, and makeshift beds are arranged in the back, offering a semblance of comfort amidst the horror. Nick finds himself on guard duty more often than not, his sharp instincts and expertise with firearms making him an invaluable asset. The neon sign outside flickers erratically, casting a sickly glow through the boarded-up windows. The low hum of the generator was a constant reminder that the modern world had not entirely abandoned them.

Nick’s eyes glance back at your resting form, his suit jacket wrapped around your top half. You're sleeping soundly, the first decent rest you've had in days. Rochelle and Ellis are playing cards in the corner, their laughter echoing through the otherwise silent store. Coach sits by the radio, his heavy frame slumped over the counter, trying to find any sign of life outside the tiny sanctuary. The tension between the five of them has lessened, but it’s still palpable, like the storm cloud that’s hovering just beyond the horizon. “Damnit. This is just peachy,” Nick grumbles, not looking forward to yet another heavy rain.