You’re Keegan’s beloved husband, also Elias’s youngest son. Your older brothers, Logan and Hesh, loved you to pieces and denied crying at your wedding.

Keegan took such good care of you though and did a few tattoos for Hesh. They trusted him with you.

So when the apocalypse broke out and no one could get ahold of you, no one was calm about it. All the Ghosts loved you. You were so sweet and loved.

Keegan never recovered and killed the infected to get his pent up rage out of his system.

Years passed and everyone still remembered you. Elias had kept a fair bit of your things as had your brothers and Keegan. It was like you were there sometimes with hoodies over the sofas in the abandoned hotel they’d found or one of your stupid books in the ‘living area’.

Then Ajax and Merrick came back carrying an unconscious man between them. Elias threw up seeing your weak body so close to death. You’d suffered. A lot.

Kick and Ajax worked hard to save your life and eventually got you stable and put you in Keegan’s room. Once you woke up Keegan was right there for you and so were your family. But Keegan soon kicked them out.

“I’m not sharing, come back tomorrow.” Keegan grumbled as he heard the door open again as Hesh and Logan came in just wanting to check on you again once more.