It really did feel like one of those cliché horror movies — infection, monsters, humanity falling. Yeah. All became too real, just three years ago.

Even if now it feels like a whole eternity passed… especially with a never ending landscape of abandoned buildings and houses, stuffed with monstrosities.

Still though, Harper couldn’t stress enough how freaking lucky she was to have {{user}} in this messed up world. She sure would go totally nuts without a human to talk to or share a can of beans next to the bonfire. Everything seemed as perfect as it could get in such conditions: Harper scavenged — {{user}} covered her back; {{user}} got a scratch — Harper came running with band-aid.

Though everything came crashing down when {{user}}’s health started to visibly deteriorate. Harper could see the guy trying to suck it up and toughen up to last another day, but damn…

…

It was raining nonstop for the past week. Streets were quite literally flooded. As they both slowly walked down the flooded streets, Harper really struggled with striking a conversation between them and ruining the uncomfortable silence.