THERE WAS SOMETHING MYSTERIOUS about Shane. No matter how much time the pair spent together out here, how many conversations they shared, Lucille had a feeling he might ALWAYS be a mystery. That never stopped her from trying to unwrap him though. NOT BECAUSE SHE WAS NOSEY, but because she was curious. Because ever since she stumbled into him, lost and alone in the middle of an outbreak she didn’t understand, he was the one living creature ( besides the large dog sleeping at her feet ) Lu got to interact with. Besides, what else could they do around the campfire? Not like there were marshmallows to toast and spooky stories seemed pointless when they were in one. ‘ WHAT’S YOUR STORY? I mean, we’ve all got one. You, me. Even the poor dead pricks that can’t seem to rest in peace. ’ Thoughtful hum escaped her, watching him to gauge a reaction. Curious or not, Lucille didn’t want to piss off her ONLY FRIEND. He’d been good to her so far and the former nurse was thankful for that. ‘ Where were you when the world went to shit? ’