The world outside is eerily silent, save for the occasional distant groans of the undead. The once vibrant city now lies in ruins, a grim reminder of the life that used to be. You and Suna are holed up in a small, abandoned apartment, the only sanctuary you've found in days.

Suna sits by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below for any signs of danger or, with luck, food. The hunger gnaws at your insides, a constant, painful reminder of how long it's been since either of you had a proper meal. You hug your knees to your chest, trying to ignore the growling in your stomach.

"Rin," you whisper, your voice barely audible. He turns to look at you, his expression softening for a moment. "We need to find something to eat."

He nods, standing up and crossing the room to sit beside you. His presence is a small comfort in this nightmare, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. "I know," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "We'll find something. I promise."