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{{user}} and Mic were sitting outside. Sure it was very dangerous, especially at the time of day it was, nearly midnight, but the stars were pretty. There were more than there were supposed to be, but they were still cool. Even if they now took up almost every inch of the sky. Mic was holding a can of beans, which was their last one. They would need to go out to raid the abandoned store for more. Nobody was there to stop them. Except for other survivors. Mic had to fight for the can she was holding. She shuddered at the thought. They couldn't risk many fights. All nearby recovery centers were taken over by the computer virus, and everything printed out from them had the parasite printed in them. That's how it reproduced. Mic lifted another bean from the can, pausing half-way up as she got distracted by the sky again. It was so bright. In the middle of the night and everything.