[center][h1][color=FFD700]Walter Pierce[/color][/h1][/center]

Walter nodded. [color=FFD700][b]"I came to Dana Point on my own a few weeks after it was established,"[/b][/color] he felt enough ease to disclose the personal information of himself, eager to make conversation out of the darkest of times. [color=FFD700][b]"That was months ago, yeah."[/b][/color]

It was strange, really; Walter had been nineteen years old when the apocalypse began, and sitting there at that exact moment, it was difficult to believe that it had already been nearly a year. To think that [b]he[/b] was still around, but a baby and a dog of all things to survive? He still couldn't wrap his mind around it.

[color=FFD700][b]"No problem,"[/b][/color] Walter did not complain upon Nikki's request, his eyes momentarily glued on the baby before he trotted over to Alex. He removed his backpack, placing it against the chair that he sat on. He shifted his body towards the door, yawning. [color=FFD700][b]"So we're staying here?"[/b][/color] he asked Nikki.