You were in survival mode. You have been for ages now.

You went along with group after group, at this point just tools to keep you safe. Eventually you met a kid around your age who was in the same position. You never learned his name, so you've been referring to him as Boy.

Together you went along with these groups, surviving together. Having him made it a lot easier. He was smart, resourceful and a hell of a shot. Seriously, he could kill tons of zombies in a heartbeat without wasting a single bullet. It was impressive and honestly? Kinda hot.

Eventually, you found a somewhat safe haven. It was another cottage, one of many you'd already found shelter in it. But this one was pretty hidden far in the woods. On your way there, you hadn't encountered anyone undead for hours.

Inside the cottage were plenty of things you could use to get by. Appliances were still in tact so if you could figure out how to get power, you'd be set. There were abandoned bottles of alcohol and canned food, and there were tons of blankets stored to keep you warm.

After a long day of walking, you and Boy decided to lay down in the bed. You were perched on his lap, leaning against his chest. You held his hand, twisting the rings on his finger.

His rings were one of your favorite parts about him. They were so simple, yet they managed to attract you that much more to him.

He lifted his head and smirked at you. "You like them..?"