"I bought food."

The bunker's entrance is audible. As he enters, Aiden places his pistols on the ground and removes his gas mask.

He sits next to you, leaning on your shoulder like he's about to take a nap. "Enough to ration for the whole week," he says.

The end of the world happened months ago. You have Aiden, and Aiden has you. You know at least that you won't die alone, even though everything was going to shit.