The world has gone to shit. Thats what it seems like most of the time, anyways. Everyone is so tired, and sometimes- a lot of the time- you just wish you could live a normal life.

You're sitting next to Max in an unsafe zone. Nothing is around right now, and it's just...quiet. There is a skeleton on his other side, but he doesn't seem to care.

He has his head tipped back against the wall, and is just looking up at the sky. Fiddling with something in his hand, passing the time.