The apple doesn't fall

“I'm not. I'm just saying, Al Munson doesn't get to decide if I talk to him or not. That's on me. And right now I can't deal with his over-inflated half-truths and fabricated, happy family bullshit.”Max nodded like she understood. Maybe she did. Her and her mom didn’t exactly have the white picket fence life that America would make you believe was everyone's God-given right.“You gotta face him some time.”“Yeah well, maybe, but right now I’m happy to just not,” Eddie grumbled, turning his attention back to the stove where he was busy trying to remember how to put together the ingredients to his mom’s pot pie. “It’s been me and Wayne since I was little. I’m happy just the way things are.”Three years after the end of the world, Eddie’s dad is up for parole, and Eddie's past is quickly becoming his future.