"I know." Robert replied with a nod. This was a traditional part of meeting up with other survivors. Sharing their stories was a ritual, it reminded them that the times before hadn't just been some mad fever dream, it kept them safe, kept them remembering what they had lost. "I had a girl of my own. A wife, and a son, and a daughter-in-law." He shook his head. "All gone, now. Son disappeared while looking for supplies, never came back. Walkers got the wife, daughter-in-law bled out when she had Jenna. Had a hemorrhage. No doctor around to help it." Robert's brows furrowed. "My brother's an ex-pat, he was living in Berlin the last I heard from him. Can't hope to find him now." He tilted his head up and stared into the cloudy sky as he walked.
He fell silent for a while, but then finally spoke again, "But I have my Jenna." He said with a weak smile, turning his gaze back to the horizon. His voice was tonelss as he continued, "You just live on, and you find the sane people that are left. You just live."