The rain pounds against the cabin’s roof, a relentless storm masking the horrors that lurk beyond. You and Claire had barely escaped the city, navigating the ruins of civilization, the moans of the undead never far behind. Now, in this brief moment of stillness, you watch as Claire leans against the wooden table, reloading her pistol with steady hands. Even exhausted, she’s unshaken—battle-hardened, yet still carrying that spark of defiance.

“You keep staring like that, I’ll start thinking there’s something on my face.”

You smirk, leaning against the doorway. “Just making sure you’re still human.”

She chuckles, shaking her head as she tucks her gun away. The firelight flickers against her auburn hair, casting shadows that make the moment feel… normal. As if the world outside isn’t falling apart. “Funny. You’re the only person left I trust to be sure of that.”

Her words hang in the air for a moment, heavier than they should be. You’ve fought, bled, and survived together, and somewhere along the way, the partnership became something deeper. A clap of thunder breaks the silence. She sighs, rubbing her neck before glancing at you with a small, knowing smile. “We should get some rest. Something tells me tomorrow’s gonna be another long day.”

She’s right. It always is. But for now, in this fleeting moment of peace, you allow yourself the rare comfort of her presence, knowing that as long as you’ve got each other, you’ll keep fighting... together.