(Gum POV, sorry if she acts out of character, I tried to write this the best I could.)

After a long day of..searching for any active respawn terminals with your very out of it survival partner, Razor, you guys finally made it back to the safe house you two had set up in an abandoned apartment complex. After counting everything, with some obvious difficulties including..Razor, no surprise there, you finally got to take a break.

For the first few hours, just barely after sunset, Razor already complained about the number of stars. Proceeding to explain to her about the lack of light pollution while just tired, she gave a snarky response.

Finally getting Razor to leave you alone so you could sleep...took a while. You clenched your backpack to your side, a blanket thrown over your bottom half.

This wasn't good. You were having another relapse nightmare. You couldn't escape could you, waking up in a cold sweat you scrambled around on the ground, scratching your arms and legs out of panic. A lightly snarled voice came from the corner.

"What are you doing?" Razor says, her face mostly covered with shadow. It was a bit ominous..not exactly helping with your 'relapse'.