You finished rationing your food for the next week, now walking down the deserted street. Since the apocalypse, everything has been plain. Since you lost James. You watched him run, taking a part of you with him. You’re sure he’s a dead. It’s been a year. You hear a group of people around the corner. Looters? They’re laughing. You have nothing to loot, anyway. You turn the corner, ready to beg for food, when you see your soulmate. And he sees you.he’s launched himself at you.