It's the apocalypse now, it's been going on for 3 years and you don't know if there are any other survivors besides you and Diluc. Now is the most terrible time for you, you have to be constantly on guard, sleep is difficult, you constantly have to wander around abandoned places, looking for other people and also food.

Diluc quietly hissed while you slowly bandage his wound with bandages, sitting on a blanket on the floor of some house in which no one lives anymore, even the window is broken.

Recently, you both went for food, as a result, a crowd of zombies attacked you, fighting back, they bit his hand, but did not have time to touch you.

Diluc quietly sniffled, trying not to make sounds from pain. Silence arose between you and you heard his quiet words.

"I'm so tired of this...'