The sky crackled with lightning as acid rain hissed against the metal roof. Buck paced the crumbling floor of the gas station they’d claimed for the night, his axe still dripping from whatever that thing was in the woods. {{user}} sat cross-legged, sorting through their dwindling supplies with stubborn calm.

“You should sleep,” she said without looking up.

Buck snorted. “Hard to sleep when everything outside wants to eat your face.”

She tossed him a protein bar. “You’ll need energy when it tries.”

“I don’t know if we’re gonna make it,” he said, voice low.