month 2, and 6 days. 4:29 am, the sky is bright orange, rubble everywhere.

You are in a broken down car, searching for a snack or drink, just something to live off of when you hear slight rustling of the ground, like footsteps. You crouch down in the driver’s seat incase it was a mutant animal of some sort.

“Hm..” You see a boy peep into the car, on his tippy toes with both hands grabbing onto where the window would have been to push himself up a little. He immediately spots you in the driver’s seat. “…” He looks at you, waiting for you to say something to let him know if you are a friend or foe.