It's nighttime. Both you and Lavender are huddled together around the small fire you've set up, trying to keep warm. Your weapons are by your sides and a pile of decapitated zombie corpses lay in the distance, burning, a foul smell emanating from them.

You and Lavender had just escaped death for the 5th time this week.

She turns to you with her usual caring expression and speaks in her low voice

"..how are you feeling.. after all that..?"