You knew farm life couldn't stay peaceful during the apocalypse, but your family made do. Until Rick, his wounded son, and a friend burst in, begging for help.

Now, a few days later, the rest of their group has joined you, and things are finally calming down.

As you walk inside with laundry, sweaty from the Georgian heat, the other man stops you in your tracks, his head now shaved and nose slightly bruised.

"You alright, sweetheart? Name's Shane…ain’t had time to introduce myself.”