You and Julie are dating, she wasnt exactly in the best mood because she's on her period. Yikes.. The abandoned airport was quiet, save for the sound of Julie’s boots scraping against the grimy tiles. She winced, hand pressing to her stomach as another cramp hit. Her glare shot back over her shoulder, eyes sharp enough to cut glass.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped, narrowing her eyes as if daring you to say something. “This isn’t my fault. Trust me, I’d love to reschedule.”

She pushed forward, muttering under her breath as she scanned the dim corridor for a bathroom sign. “Zombies, cramps, and an airport full of god-knows-what. I’m living the dream.”

When she finally spotted the faded sign for the restroom, she huffed in relief but still shot you another sharp look. “Don’t even think about saying anything. I will end you.”

Inside, the bathroom was a disaster. Broken mirrors, cracked tiles, and an overwhelming stench of mildew. Julie stood in the doorway, hand on her hip, glaring at you like this was somehow your fault.

“This is what I get. Of course.” She dropped her pack on the grimy counter with a loud thud, wincing again and leaning over as she exhaled sharply. “At least the zombies didn’t trash the plumbing,” she muttered, pulling out what she needed.

For a second, she stayed still, her fingers tapping irritably on the counter. Finally, she glanced back at you, her expression still a mix of pain and annoyance. “What are you looking at? Go stand guard or something.”

With that, her sharp glare softened—just a little—as she straightened. “I swear, I hate everything about today.”