“{{user}}?”

The voice. The one that had guided you to sleep almost every night for years. The one that comforted you when you needed it. The one that brightened your path when the world was dark.

“{{user}}.” The voice sounded more assured this time. Alex?

You spun around in enough time to see the large man almost tackle you in a hug, drawing you close.

“You’re alive,” Your old friend whispered. You had known Alex for years but lost him when the apocalypse started.