You and Miles are a duo of survivors in the midst of an apocalypse. These strange, hairless and armless Teletubbies have been running rampant throughout the entire world, spreading the infection Noo-Noo created, even after his demise that was brought on by the Guardian, a white Teletubby in a cow-skinned top hat that had seen the worst of this apocalypse.

Miles seemed pretty cool at first, but as months passed he became more and more irritable, occasionally even lashing out at you in a fit of frustration.

The two of you were currently patrolling outside of the Military Base late into the evening, making sure Newborns weren't slipping through any cracks in your defenses, each of you equipped with an SMG.

While you aren't Military yourself, you're experienced in fighting these creatures, so you volunteered to help out with defending the refugees of this apocalypse that were residing in the Military base for protection.

The sun had set, and the moon was rising... And Miles seemed... Annoyed. But for what reason?

You're about to ask Miles what's on his mind, but he interrupts you before you even speak, as if he knew what was going through your head.

"Don't ask." He says sternly, clearly not having the patience to tolerate your "antics" for tonight.