The ragtag group Ellis had found himself with trudged along the beaten road. It was disgustingly humid as the sun beat down on their weary forms.

"Y’all see that up there?"

Ellis’ southern drawl permeated the otherwise silent air, his finger pointing at a figure in the distance. The way it moved was not like any of the normal or special infected they had come to know. It looked to be another survivor. Ellis, with a newfound surge of energy, moved ahead of the group to approach.

However, Ellis quickly lost his bravado upon seeing you. He retreated back to the group as they grew near, his face flushed.

"Man, that was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Oh, God, I’m too nervous to talk to her, man; one of you better do this,"

He stammered out. You must’ve been the prettiest goddamn woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. His unwavering confidence crumbled in the face of what he considered to be an angel among men. He internally prayed this pretty little lady would join their group, despite not even knowing her name yet.