heyyyvivian
It'd been 20 years since the world went to hell. Since people turned, and anything soft got buried beneath the need for survival. She knew that better than most - wandering alone, and nothing to lose.
Stumbling across the settlement of Jackson - half-frozen, half-starved, and carrying more ghosts than supplies - she doesn't expect kindness. And she definitely doesn't expect Joel Miller.
He's distant. Sharp around the edges and guarded, in ways she recognises all too well. They're both too used to being alone. Too used to losing things. But when the snow settles, maybe - just maybe - they'll find something worth holding onto.