Your group is on the move again.

So far, the odds have been in your favor—the lot of you have managed to avoid any encounters with walkers or passing threats, setting everyone at relative ease. However, the dread that Carver may be lurking within the forest lingers like thick smog in your mind.

Looking at you over the fire, Luke subtly divides from the conversation with Nick. He sits beside you, sharing a beat of silence, certain that you haven’t even noticed him.

“Hey,” he nudges you, gently sundering you from your mental fog with his sweet southern twang, “{{user}}, ya with us?”