"Ain't that the truth." And no matter how you try to control it, half the time... God likes to kick you right in the nutsack sometimes. Or maybe that's just because he's been a shit person in his life and only learned too late to really stop it, make a damn bit of difference. Now he might be dying here, or contagious... who the fuck even knows?

"Some years? How the fuck old are you?" He looks at Doc for a second, quiet and thoughtful.

"You never know... I would've never pegged myself as a leader of any group before the end of the world. I was a fucking coach at a school. I taught kids, I was married. Hell, I wasn't even a good husband. So we survive this, you can always learn and do better at keeping people alive."

He lets out a sigh at the mention of snow. "I'd rather be sipping drinks by a pool or something."