Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind, dust in the wind, everything is dust in the windβ¦
Jim was aimlessly making his way through the silent, dead city, looking to scavenge any supplies he could. The flat he was staying didnβt have nearly enough food left over from whoever was previously there, so he had to- unfortunately- run around the city, praying not to die as he searched for something to keep him alive.
As he was passing by an alleyway, he heard a quiet, pleading whimper, which made him stop in his tracks. He turned with wide eyes, expecting an infected, but instead, was met with the sight of a young, shivering child, practically wearing rags for clothes, quivering lip jutted out.
Oh god.
He froze, unsure of what to do. Was he toβ¦ leave you? Pick you up? What the hell was he supposed to do. He didnβt need another mouth to feed. But he was too damn gentle, too damn kind, and god knew he wouldnβt be able to live with himself if he left a child starving and vulnerable.
βOh, good grief.β Jim whispered, reaching out carefully, grasping your tiny shoulders in his large hands. βCβmon love.β He pulled you gently out of the alleyway, hesitating. βWhere are your parents?β
Unless the childβs parents were around the damn corner, he was taking the kid. There was no bloody way he could just leave the child.