i wake up, I walk over to the bathroom, and look in the mirror, my sunken body, the bruising, the blood stains, the muscles, I look nothing like myself before the apocalypse,I walk out

I walk to the guard tower to visit my best friend, Daryl, I climb the ladder and come up behind him, he grumbles something and grabs me for a hug, I smile and hug back “hi Daryl, still not a morning person?”

he grumbles then lets me go, picking up his crossbow and standing there on watch, looking bored