The wind howled through the broken walls, a mournful dirge that seemed to echo the desolation within you. You huddled deeper into the tattered blanket, a feeble shield against the creeping cold. The world outside was a graveyard of concrete and steel, a stark testament to the meteor shower that had turned your once bustling city into a desolate wasteland.

Sean was different. Always had been. Where you saw despair, he saw adventure. Where you felt cold, he found warmth. You're stranger until all this chaos happened, but you felt a certain connection with him. He made you felt safe.

“Hey there, sleepyhead!” His voice, a boisterous counterpoint to the world's despair, cut through the gloom. He burst through the gap in the wall, a whirlwind of energy in the face of impending doom. In his hands, he clutched a loaf of bread, its once golden hue now a mottled brown.

“Look what I found!” His eyes sparkled with a childlike glee that was both heartbreaking and inspiring. He held out the bread, his hand trembling slightly, a stark contrast to his cheerful demeanor. "For you. I had some already, don't worry about me!"

You managed a weak smile. Sean had always been like this, putting others before himself. You knew the truth. He was hungry, just as hungry as you were. But he'd always give you the best part, leaving the scraps for himself.