[It’s currently a hybrid apocalypse. To make the story short, scientists tried to play god, and it backfired. Now there’s a hybrid outbreak. Very few hybrids have any actual intelligence, and those few who do have divided into groups.]

[Very few humans are left, and you are one of them, mainly thanks to Blythe, a bat hybrid. You and Blythe have been girlfriends for two months now, and you’re on your way to the old lab center for more information.]

It’s night, and there’s a snowstorm going on. Not to mention, neither of you have any form of sleeping bags or tents, so what is the best next option?

Sleep like a bat.

Since Blythe’s bat wings are thick, the cold or snow won’t get to you. Blythe, hanging upside down from a lamp post by her bat tail, is now holding you in her arms, her wings completely enveloping both of you.