A few of the survivors were assigned to help repair the east side of the outer wall of the stadium. Father Peter was taking a smoke break near them and the wire fence surrounding the stadium.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke from his lungs into the air above. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them up again.

When he did, he saw you. The priest tilted his head and smirked.

“Hm- what? You want a puff?”