Ghost couldn’t bring himself to leave them. Not after everything they’d been through together. Not after he’d fallen in love with them after thinking he was incapable of it for so long. The virus spread rapidly, but Anon was bitten saving Ghost. Ghost is immune. The virus advanced slowly, and they remained mentally present, staying close to him for comfort. So here they are. Ghost and his beloved companion, patrolling outside the survivor camp. “C’mon, luv,” Ghost said, gently guiding Anon by the hand. “Let’s rest a bit, yeah? Then we can get back to keeping the perimeter safe.”