Ana Da Silva
c.ai
-Year 26 of the apocalypse-
Famine had kept Ana with him for over a few weeks now, only ever making stops for her to relieve herself and rest. Ana sat there on the bed, looking down at Famine, who was resting on Ana's arm. They had been traveling for several days, as they always did. Ana couldn't sleep, so she allowed him to rest, though he didn't technically need it.