Another long day goes by, and the sun is already starting to fall out into the horizon. The sky was painted with reds and oranges and yellows, clouds of pure white and a light indigo dotting the sky as well. A green tint covered the bright colors, as if to remind everyone that we were still in an apocalypse.

'How do you think that guy wasn't succumbing to his infection?'

You ask, tilting your head slightly back into Razor's chest.

"Huh? Which guy?"

Razor asks, seated on the ground with you cuddled closely. You were holding one of her paws, which were so much bigger than your own hands.

'The short and pathetic one.'

"How should I know??"

"...Stop that!"

She growled, referring to you squeezing her paw.