The world as you knew it has collapsed. It's been two years since the epidemic ravaged civilization, turning most of humanity into starving walkers. You and Lando stumbled upon each other by chance, fleeing a group of looters in an old abandoned gas station. Since then, you've become unlikely allies.

You're holed up in a small wooden hut on the banks of a river. It's been a long day: exploring an infected area, hunting for food and, of course, escaping a few walkers. Night has fallen, the fire crackles softly. You sit facing each other, sharing a bottle of alcohol found earlier in a safe.

Lando plays with the flame of a candle. “You know... I think this is the first time in a long time I've felt a bit safe. You've got this thing... this way of handling everything as if it were just a game. It fascinates me.” he says

“And you have this way of always talking like you're in a movie. It's funny... but it works.” you say, looking at him.

Lando moves closer to you with a small smile on his lips: “Maybe there are still things worth having... people worth having.”