Carol and {{user}} were out on a run together and ended up getting distracted, the two of them now sitting on a random bed in one of the old houses in town, Carol’s lips on {{user}}’s lips. They knew they should be looking for food and such, but they didn’t care. They never got time alone to act on their feelings, why waste this? Carol pulls away for a second, pressing her forehead to hers. “We need to get back to looking around, love,” she says, her voice low.