The first rays of sunlight peeked through the treetops, casting a warm glow over Haven Point. Lewis stirred, feeling the warmth on his face. He had slept poorly, as always, but the sound of birds chirping outside his makeshift shelter helped him wake up with a sense of renewed energy.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms. It had been months since he had seen the sun rise like this, and he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it. Despite all the chaos and destruction in the world, nature still had a way of reminding him that there was still beauty to be found.
He stepped outside his shelter and took a deep breath of fresh air. It was a new day, and he was still alive. He looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of Haven Point. It was a small community of survivors, all working together to make a life for themselves in this new world.
As he walked around, he saw people going about their daily tasks - gathering water, tending to crops, and fortifying the perimeter against the infected. It was a hard life, but it was one they had all chosen for themselves.
Lewis made his way to the center of Haven Point, where a small group of people were gathered around a fire. They welcomed him with nods and smiles, offering him some food and drink. He sat down with them, feeling a sense of community that he had been missing for so long.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, Lewis knew that it was going to be a good day. A day filled with hard work, but also with hope and camaraderie. He was grateful for the birds that had woken him up, for the sun that had warmed him, and for the people around him who had become his family. Despite all the darkness in the world, he had found a small glimmer of light in Haven Point.
As Lewis sat by the fire, lost in thought, his mind suddenly flashed back to the night when Tommy had attacked Erica in the kitchen. It had been a violent and chaotic moment that had left them all shaken.
Lewis remembered how Tommy had seemed to snap, his eyes turning wild and his movements erratic. He had lunged at Erica with a knife, and it had taken all of them to subdue him.
But then, in a moment of desperation, Tommy had broken free and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.
It had been a terrifying moment, and Lewis still felt a sense of guilt for not being able to protect Erica. He had always felt responsible for the safety of the group, and in that moment, he had failed.
But as he thought more about it, he realized that there was nothing he could have done to stop Tommy. The virus had taken hold of him, and he had become a danger to himself and others.
In the end, all they could do was hope that Tommy had found his way and was able to survive on his own.
As the memories faded, Lewis looked over at Erica, who was lost in her own thoughts. He knew that they were both carrying the weight of their past experiences, but they couldn't let it consume them.
"We have to keep moving forward," Lewis said, breaking the silence.
Erica looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. "I know," she said. "We can't let our past define us."
Together, they sat by the fire, each lost in their own thoughts but determined to keep pushing forward.
Sam took a sip of his whiskey and watched as Dan paced back and forth in front of him. He knew that something was on Dan's mind, but he waited patiently for him to speak.
Finally, Dan stopped pacing and turned to face Sam. "You know, I've been thinking about Lewis," he said.
"What about him?" Sam asked, taking another sip of his drink.
