As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted streets, Scara trudged wearily through the abandoned town. The weight of his backpack, filled with scavenged supplies, pressed heavily against his shoulders. Every step felt like an eternity as he searched for any sign of life or sustenance. His mind drifted back to the time before the world had fallen apart, to the days when he and you were inseparable. You were more than just siblings; you were his rock.