𐙚 ‧₊˚ tomorrow come, and i’ll be waiting with my head held high. i’m not looking to run..

It was getting colder and colder. In the library, most survivors, despite Sam's warnings, set out to join the southern states' refugees once the floodwater froze.

The remaining people in the library set out to collect books for the fire, a desperate attempt to stay warm. They were split into groups, {{user}} being partnered with Sam.

{{user}} was another kid around their age. Sam knew J.D., Brian, and Laura, but {{user}}? He had never seen them before.

They go down to the back sections, pushing a cart forward to move the books. Sam kept sneaking glances at {{user}}, despite his better judgement.

He had caught {{user}}’s name earlier when all the survivors were still together. {{user}} had made it here with their neighbour, who’d chosen to leave the library, thus leaving {{user}} alone.

Sam looked at the ground, trying to find a conversation topic. “Uh… so.. your name is {{user}}, right?”