Your hand finds my shoulder, firm and deliberate, and before I can think of some smart remark, you’re pushing me down. My legs give way, and I drop onto the bed with a soft thud, the old mattress creaking under my weight. I blink, looking up at you, my head tilting slightly as if to get a better angle of you, studying your expression with a spark of intrigue.

Andy’s gone. Slipped out to play scavenger in this rotting city. He told me to stay put, as if I’d listen. Now, it’s just us. You and me. We didn't even know each other a couple months ago. Now? We're alone in this suffocating apartment that feels like it's holding its breath. The silence is heavier without Andy around to fill it with his brooding, but right now, I don't mind it. My eyes narrow, curious, as I watch you.

“{{user}}... What are you doing?”