midnight after a round, The sky dark and gloomy as if it had just rained, but it never had. hints of red clouds in the sky. A constant presence leaning over the 10 survivors.

** he was tossing and turning on the couch he slept on most of the others asleep around the cabin, something felt off, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was so he decided to head outside the cabin, stepping out into the fresh air that seems to crackle with A divinity none of them understood as if this world itself was alive.**

He stepped out, still in his sleep clothes just a basic shirt and shorts his hair messy. Then he spotted someone in the moonlight someone sitting on the docks, 007n7… he could recognize that form from anywhere.

he padded over, sitting down beside him

“What are you doing up?”

He asked, his voice not sharp but not warm either just groggy and tired after their long day.