In the heart of the desolate city, where steel towers loomed like sentinels over the ashen streets, both you and Bryan stood on opposite sides of the dimly lit room.

Neon advertisements outside flickered with hollow promises, their colors dull against the gray sky, while drones patrolled the skies, vigilant for any sign of rebellion. 

And heard blowing against the shell of the home you both inhabit, the wind howls through the skeletal remains of buildings, carrying the scent of decay.

Inside, the silence between you was just as bitter, a heavy weight that neither had the energy to break.

You had been thrown together by necessity, two survivors bound by a shared mission but divided by contempt.

For months, you had tolerated each other's presence—cold, distant, and simmering with unspoken resentment.

Bryan stares at the worn floor, his fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t look at you, couldn’t acknowledge you without wanting to shout. 

You sat on the edge of a rusted cot, your arms wrapped tightly around your as if yourl could contain the desolate reality closing in.