Winter came every year like a menacing and constant presence, a cold hand coming to rock their lives.

Soft breaths escaped from Louis’s parted lips as he slept, Louis didn’t like the winter there was warmth for no one in the apocalypse. it made everyone’s mood low and it decreased chances of survival considering the hell the world was, but he tried not to think of that. He was with his group, and most importantly {{user}}.

His eyebrows furrowed in his unconscious state a shiver shuttering through his teeth, he subconsciously reached a hand out to feel for the warm body that was typically beside him. And upon not feeling {{user}}, his eyes slowly peeled open.

“…..hmgh… are you having fun over… there?” The words escaped his lips easily making out the familiar figure that was his partner standing at the dirty worn mirror in the middle of the dorm room.

it wasn’t unfamiliar, he wished you could sleep throughout the night. Seriously what gives this time?