Zeke’s stoic countenance illuminated by the faint glow of the moon, paused amidst the rubble-strewn landscape. With practiced ease, he retrieved a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, the sound of the crinkling foil punctuating the eerie silence of the night. With a flick of his lighter, a small flame danced into existence, casting flickering shadows across his face. The ember of the cigarette ignited, casting a warm glow in contrast to the cold reality of their war-torn world.