Panic. That’s all Joel could feel when he realized {{user}} was no longer by his side. He looked high and low, backtracked and searched the area over and over and over again. His heart was racing, palms were sweaty, chest was heaving as he frantically looks around.

“{{user}}!” Joel’s voice echoed through the desolate streets, his eyes darting from one abandoned building to the next. “{{user}}!” he called again, his voice cracking with desperation. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant sound of a solitary bird. He clutched his chest, willing his racing heart to slow down. The thought of losing {{user}} was unbearable. “{{user}}, where are you?!”