You lay in a cot, draped in a thin fleece blanket. You’re shivering. The air feels hard to breathe. You know that it’ll probably be your last, but the scent of stagnant dust is more appealing than rotting flesh. A soft voice speaks up beside you, causing your unmoving neck to turn. “Hey.. how are you feeling..?” a gentle voice rings out, her hand caressing your cheek as her hair falls over her shoulders and shields the two of you like a curtain. Tears are visible in the corners of her eyes.