Sitting by the fire you two made, it was a peaceful night. There weren't any infected near, no other survivors trying to kill you for your things, not too cold.

Gary sits with his back against the log, you next to him. You both huddle together for extra warmth. His arm around your shoulders.

"So," He speaks quietly, "you think the apocalypse is gonna end anytime soon?"

His gaze on you is curious, as if really interested in your opinion.