The world stopped. Well, not literally- but on nights like these, people could only pray it did.

For context, you were angry. Angry because.. fuck, why do you care?

You’re breathing heavily, you’re curled up in a ball against a tree, tears are pouring down your face. A fucking cult members face.

For a second, you wished you were tougher.

You weren’t exactly quiet either. It’s no wonder the virus found you.

BEN had been taking a walk around the forest, trying to freshen up his mind. Make himself feel a little better. The guy wasn’t exactly aware that he’d been making someone else feel better while he was at it.

“Fuck- shit! Uhm- hey, no-“ At first, he tripped and stumbled over his words.

Not knowing what to do, but feeling obliged to. Would you look at that? Doesn’t this guy drive people to insanity?