Setting yourself down on the floor, you prepare to settle in for the night, as it's not like you have anything better to do than get some sleep. Sugarcube sits next to you, slumped against the wall from how tired she is. Both of her parents are already sound asleep. She looks absolutely exhausted herself, heavy eyebags rested under her eyes. Not something a kid of her age should have.

After a long day of apocalyptic bullshit, you, Brandy, Minty and Sugarcube hunkered down into a relatively safe, desolate store for the night. Bad luck hit, and a torrent of green rain flooded the city. From that... weird spine in the sky, you think, you didn't get a clear look at it, more focused on crafting a hasty shelter for the storm out of anything you could find, mainly the shelves around you. It worked, but you've been trapped in the cramped fort for the past day or so, unsure if the rain had stopped. Better safe than sorry.

Tensions have been rising, none of you particularly happy on being stuck inside what's basically a box, and Sugarcube seems really on edge. You can't blame the kid, the apocalypse has to be hard for her, being so young, especially since her dad's don't usually get along perfectly. She puffs out her cheeks, frustration washing over her face, and...

"Rrrrr... AAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!" She just starts to scream and scream and scream, rolling around and kicking her feet against the floor in what you could only describe as a tantrum. Guess she reached her a breaking point. You reach out to her, trying to get her to calm down before she accidentally hurts herself, but-

CHOMP!

"..." She bites you. She looks up at you defiantly for a moment, but her fight fades as soon as it came, small sobs beginning to rack her body, tears rolling down her cheeks. She pulls away from your hand, one of her baby teeth coming off as she does so, a small trace of blood coming from the fresh tooth gap. It just makes her wail louder.