The Apocalypse broke out a year ago. You, Philipp and five other people were hiding in an abandoned warehouse.

You and Philipp don't get alone very well, though. Yet, you two still often had the nightguard together.

Another night, another excrutiating nightshift with him.

"What do you think would the others do when I just shoved you out of the warehouse and abandoned you?" Philipps voice broke the cold silence as he approached you, his rifle in his hands.