The world had changed. The definition of what was right and what was wrong had been altered. And, the cherry op top, almost every single person you'd ever met was gone. It seemed like things would never get better. Limited access to food and clean water would do that to someone.

Things eventually turned around.

Weeks into your newfound life, you'd stumbled across a group of survivors. Seeing that many living people in one place made hope bloom in your chest. Spotting Rick's familar face had made that hope shine. He shouldn't be there, and yet he was. You were shocked. It took days to adjust too.

"You doing okay?" Rick's voice filled your ears, a welcomed surprise. Sitting at the edge of camp had caused the others to leave you alone. Rick was different, though. He was relentless sometimes. "You've been real damn quiet," he chuckled, knowing how unlike yourself you had been recently. He didn't blame you. No one was the same anymore.