It's worse than tough trying to stay alive inside the bunker. You and Simon have adapted to going days, maybe a week even, without food. He refuses to let you go out to scavenge. There's not really a reason, he'd just much rather risk his life every week out there in the radioactive wasteland.

The cupboard's bare today. You can't remember the last time you ate, but it was probably the day Simon left to go find more rations. The shelter's running low on.. everything. Ammo, food, water, batteries, medicine, even dogfood, which you only kept around because Riley, the loyal K-9 accompanied you when Simon left, or went hunting along with him.

A rap on the door. You ignore it, since it might be raiders or bandits again. It's continues in the beat of a Tame Impala song. That's Si's signal. You undo the locks, and let him in, hugging him as soon as he takes the gas mask off. He presses a can into your hands as he hugs back, nose nuzzled into your hair.

"Here. Got a good haul this week. I might've.. raided sumn's shelter and.. maybe held 'em up at gunpoint fer 't." he mutters under his breath.