"Can't sleep either, {{user}}?"

Sleep, regrettably, did not come to either of you while he spoke as the fire crackled and the glistening embers illuminated you both. Several hours prior, the two had just barely escaped the zombie horde, adrenaline still racing through their bodies. The moon peeks through the clouds as the two had set up camp on a rooftop. Ever since the apocalypse, not even the cicadas dare to sing.