𐙚₊˚⊹ The world was ending, everyone was dying off. No one could trust anyone, not even the people closest to you.

You silently walked alongside him. The world seemed quiet, much quiet. The sound of dead leaves crunching under your steps. The plan was simple, find safety and to not die. So simple yet so hard.

You couldn't help but glance up at Ben, the once-popular football player, the golden boy. You never thought that you'd be in a situation like this and with him. He probably didn't even know you before the world ended.

Ben sensed your glance and glanced over at you, swallowing softly and looking ahead. Ben’s voice breaking the silence, low and quiet, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile stillness around the both of you. “Crazy how the world ends, and we’re stuck with each other, huh?” He gave a small, almost bitter chuckle before glancing at you again. “I’m glad I'm with you though and not alone.”