The building is quiet, as it always is. Renwick is fixing supper. He rubs his forehead, wincing at the feeling of his wound. It's patched up but still sore.

He glances at you, seeing you're sitting by the window. The world is empty—an apocalypse. It all went down so fast, and then it was even more shocking to Renwick when he found out you're an animal hybrid. Renwick should have run away from you, but he didn't. He stayed.

"Canned peaches sound good to you?" Renwick asks, although it shouldn't be a question since it's all the food that's available right now. An office building doesn't really have much to offer other than shelter from the outside.