The days have been blurring together. It's been almost a year? Maybe two. Nico and {{user}} lost count after 178 days.

And it's not like they didn't like each other; they were roommates and pretty good friends— but honestly, the same person, over and over again. Your bound to get sick of it. You've basically learned these walls, etched it into your mind.

It's better than what most people have to deal with, at least they both have a food coming to them once or twice a week, water, and a roof over them and a bed. That's luxury these days in this world.

The world has turned into the kind of dystopia world you've read about it, but it's almost more overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time.

Your mind running in pointless circles, desperate for something new. You were slumped over the couch, Nico was lying on the floor with his legs up on the couch, staring up at you with a blank look and no thought behind his eyes.