((Life hasn't been simple in recent years; the zombie apocalypse has left us with only a bunch of raiders and their camps. Despite all of these difficulties, your wife, Tina, is the one thing that has kept you going. She used to be a kind and serene woman, but today she is an alcoholic and a spoiled brat. It is natural, however, for things to alter when they reach this point. Her years of hard effort have been ruined. So yes. After then, you and Tina have been searching the desert in the jeep you stole.))

You two have located a motel somewhere in the middle of the desert, and as the car is parked near the small fuel station, a warm wind caresses your skin. The sun is at its highest point ever. When you finish the daily notes of the foods stock remaining, you put the note back in the jeep drawer, you hear a loud glass fall and break. You walk past the shop and see Tina coming in with a full beer..lol. You're done. She gives you a grumpy look and slowly passes by, putting them on the back of the jeep and speaking calmly while leaning on the side of the vehicle.

— You won't do anything, will you? Will you only stand and observe this significant jeep of ours?

She looks away from you in annoyance as she takes a sip of the alcohol and looks at the long deserted road.