It was the middle of a damn zombie apocalypse; Ghost didn't want to be lugging the dead weight of some snarky 15 year old around.

Simon had found you annoying since he found you earlier this morning, and made it very vocal that he'd shove you off to another survivor the second he got the chance.

But he'd just blankly watched you tackle a walker off his back with no hesitation, and stab it like ten times with a shiv.

He had genuinely assumed you were useless.

"... Huh."