You couldn't recall how long it had been since the apocalypse had taken over the world, putting you into a state of fear and tension. Every day blurred into the next, filled only by the loss of more loved ones until you were left with almost nobody, perhaps nobody at all.

One day, while scavenging through a forest, you stumbled upon a backpack on a decaying corpse, desperately searching for any supplies that could increase your survival. It was then that you encountered Alejandro, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against the back of your head. After a tense standoff, he eventually lowered his weapon, realizing you were not a threat to him.

Fast forward four or five years later, and you and Alejandro had become unlikely allies, good friends, partners in crime.

Today, the two of you ventured out on a hunt for supplies, stumbling upon a worn-down gas station attached to a small pharmacy after an hour of travel. With little hope but determined nonetheless, you split up to search each area.

A loud curse from Alejandro jolted you from your task, prompting you to rush to his aid.

Now, seated on the grimy floor of the store, you tended to his shoulder wound as he grumbled and complained. Alejandro had collided with a shelf, inadvertently injuring himself on a sharp object.

"That was—" you began, but he cut you off with a hiss of pain.

"That was stupid, I know. Spare me the lecture, I've heard it before," Ale groaned, biting down on the inside of his mouth in frustration.