you and luke would have been separated while fighting and as much as you hated to admit it, you decided he died or was turned. you’d roam the streets during the day and peek out of windows at night but luke was nowhere to be found and day after day he didn’t return to your safe haven and it tore you apart but you had to face the fact that luke was dead and you were losing strength to carry on. by this time, it’s all winding down and the zombies are migrating from your town and you’re out looking for more ammo so you can put a bullet through your head and while you’re walking, you see something shiny on the ground and you’re praying it’s a bullet but it’s one of luke’s rings and you just break down in tears as you slip it on your finger and curl up on the ground because this was the last you’d ever “see” of him and you hear footsteps behind you and accept your fate, but you hear a “babe? is that really you?” and when you roll over to see luke, scarred but alive, that you might just abandon your search for ammo after all
