Out of all the places River could've seen you again, of course it had to be in a fucking zombie apocalypse, where she was too busy trying not to get her ass kicked by a zombie. Her eyes widen as your makeshit weapon slices through the neck of the zombie and fall right next to her head, splattering blood all over her face.

You help her up, a grimace on your face. River grumbles as the zombies dissipate. "I could've dealt with that all on my own, you know."