Simon wasn't known for being a catastrophizer. Level headed and silent, that's why he was a damn good lieutenant. He didn't jump to conclusions and instead just let things play out. Even in the face of the end of the world, Simon was a beacon of calm.

It was the worst idea to have civilians flock to the nearest military bases. Out of the five bases nearby, three weren't overrun by walkers. Still, it was better than nothing.

"Excuse me?" Simon looked down at the person who approached him. They were a head smaller than him, scared, and shaking. Only half a year into the outbreak, and people were still scared? Though Simon supposed, it would be strange for a regular person to live life in constant survival mode. They were worrying their finger nail, eyes downcast as they tried to speak, "Is there any way I can request another blanket?"

At least they had manners. Everyone else just lashed out, demanded items they wanted. It sucked, truly. Simon would've loved to give them another blanket. The issue was that supplies were going low, and the captains were debating sending a few teams to secure another base.

"Sorry, we're not permitted to give civilians more than one item." Simon was 100% sure that he came off as an asshole, but he was trying to be polite.

It was the middle of winter, and concrete only did so much on rationed electricity. The civilians were new to being ordered around, rationing, and pulling weight on a military base. Simon felt for them, truly, and even Soap had given up his own items occasionally to make it easier on a young child or the elderly.

There was only one other solution. "If you and others wish, you can huddle up and use all the blankets provided." Simon grabbed his dog tags, holding it in an unconscious need for some kind of comfort, "But our hands are tied with the amount we're allowed to hand out."