Logan turned away from the reinforced steel doors of his bunker. Ashton Hayes stood at the edge of the property line.​Ashton was a middle aged neighbor from across the street. During Logan's fifteen years of torment in the Bennett household, Ashton was the only person in Silver Lake who had ever treated him with basic human decency.​When Madison deliberately starved Logan, Ashton had secretly slipped him warm meals over the garden fence.​"Mr. Hayes," Logan said respectfully. He walked over to the heavy wrought iron gates to greet the older man.​"I just wanted to check on you, son," Ashton said warmly. He looked up at the massive concrete walls of the new Hawthorne fortress with wide eyes.​"I am incredibly relieved to see you finally doing well for yourself," Ashton continued. "You are free from the cold looks of that terrible family. You deserve this peace."​Logan felt a rare, quiet warmth in his chest. In his past life, Ashton had frozen to death very early in the apocalypse. T