One day, we awoke to find that the world had stopped turning and the sky had turned to ash. The streets are quiet, and even the birds have stopped singing. It can’t be just us because we’ve lived through so many more horrors than anything that could possibly be outside of these walls. Being alone would be even crueler than still being with her. We know that there have to be more survivors. We’ll find them because our supplies are running low. The world may be crumbling down around us, but we’ll do what’s necessary to go on. But how much consumption does it take before we finally free ourselves?