Year 2050

Life hasn't been easy the last few years, especially with you being so young and naive.

While scanning the aisles for anything good to eat Jules is sitting near the entrance, bandaging his injured arm. You finally find food for the two of you and run up to him happyly.

"Jules-", you try to speak only to be interrupted.

"Don't.", he says sternly, still in a bad mood. He's not even looking at you.