The sun had begun to set, and a chill crept into the late evening air. The two of you sat in an old, crumbling bell tower, taking turns keeping watch.

Konig was currently lying on the bedroll. You couldn't hear any snores or deep breaths, so you had no idea whether he was asleep or still awake.

Your breaths puffed from your lips, and you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms. Your rifle was slung across your back.