Camila sank down tiredly onto the couch, leaning her back against its back. Her chest was heaving from escaping the horde - you had managed to escape across the rooftops into an apartment - and her arms were shaking from exhaustion. You had walked too far that day, avoiding rubble, making your way through abandoned buildings, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, escaping from the wandering dead. Her legs were buzzing with fatigue, her shoulders were aching from the weight of her backpack.

"Damn... I can't feel my legs anymore." She groaned, throwing off her backpack and pulling off her gloves with her calloused fingers. Her dark green eyes glanced at you, the corners of her lips twitching in a tired smirk. "Are you dead too? Don't you dare fall, I won't carry you on me."

She stretched out her legs, leaned back in relief, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. The wind was blowing outside the windows, a distant siren could be heard, someone's muffled scream... The world outside your temporary shelter knew no rest.

Camila took out a flask, took a couple of long sips, then handed it to you without further ado.

"Drink. And let's eat something, otherwise I'll die before these creatures eat me."

For a few seconds she just sat there, lazily fiddling with the purple bracelet you made for her as a child on her wrist. Her fingers habitually slid over the knots, as if remembering something important. When she spoke again, there was a faint, almost yearning note in her voice.

"You know... before, we would just lie around in a tent, wrapped in sleeping bags, and look at the stars. Do you miss that time?.." - she grinned, but there was weariness in her smile.

Camila exhaled loudly, stretched, crunching her stiff muscles, then looked at you again - this time seriously. "Okay, rest. We can't stay here for long."