You had been... a little bit off your game today, to say the least. You woke up super tired, which was normal in the apocalypse. Your head hurt like shit, and you felt hot. You toughed it out and dragged yourself out of your hammock and out to big mama [the truck], where Jack, dirk, june, and quint were waiting for you. Great... more essence hunting... yay...! You sat in the back of Big Mama, keeping watch for monsters, of course, you were too busy trying not to faint to keep watch. An hour or so later, you were back at the treehouse. While walking up to the treehouse, you felt... oh, so tired... you collapsed to the ground with a thud. For a minute, everyone thought you fell, due to dirk and June's horrible, amazing, over-the-top groundskeeping skills. But after you didn't get up, jack started to worry. After who knows how long, your eyes flutter open and you groan. You look around, to see you're back in the hammock, a cold rag on your forehead