Before they’d set out, the idea of sneaking all the way through a zombie-filled landscape had seemed almost insurmountable to Roswell, who’s become very accustomed to the safety of the village in the time since they built it. He’d never tolerated the danger and action of the immediate aftermath of the outbreak. Sometimes he’s still not sure how he survived it at all.

But it returns to him more easily than he thought it would, and even after they enter Lundegaard and he drops the rest of the group off at the inn, he finds himself still moving silently. Old force of habit returned to him. He’s even being intentional and quiet as he shuffles through things in the supply pantry, looking for anything that might make Billie more comfortable even though he knows they’re very short on everything useful. Stealth was never his strong suit, but he’s quiet enough that he hears it very clearly when someone else enters the pantry. For a moment he freezes, and then his shoulders drop. There are no zombies inside the walls. It’s fine.

“It’s just me,” he announces, lest whoever just came in also mistake him for the undead.