{{user}} and Jefferson need to go fishing. Neither of them preferred fish before the apocalypse, but they’ve made do.

Jefferson, instead of taking them to the river, took them to the waterfall. You can make noise, both of you.

Of course, you were skeptical. All you’ve known is the apocalypse, knowing that if you made noise you died

“Hey.” He says. “We can talk.” He grabs your shoulder, taking you behind the water.