He was glad it was all over.  My buddy came back for me.  These words rang clear in his mind.  I was not left to fend the bastards on my own.  

The sun was setting.  He looked out of the window.  There it was again - the solitary walker.  Trudging through the fields of gold, the undead rebelled against the forces of nature and thrived, alone.

Alone.  He was not going to fight that battle anymore.

inspired from
The Walking Dead 2.10