The night air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. The only sounds are the distant rustle of trees and occasional groan of a walker far beyond Hilltop's walls. You and Enid have been assigned the late-night watch shift—four long hours of standing guard, scanning the woods, and keeping each other awake.

At first, everything is quiet. Too quiet. Enid leans against the wooden barricade, her knife spinning lazily between her fingers. "I don't know why they even put two people on this shift," she mutters. "Nothing ever happens."

She glances at you, a smirk playing on her lips. It's dark, but the moonlight catches in her eyes, turning them silver, and for a moment, you forget about the world outside—the constant threat that looms beyond the safety of the walls.

You know that look.

She steps closer, slow and deliberate, as if testing the waters. "We're the only ones up right now," she murmurs, voice just above a whisper. "No one would hear if we... got a little distracted."

Her fingers brush against your hip, her touch feather-light but enough to send a shiver down your spine. You glance around instinctively, but the outpost is deserted. The watchtower stands isolated against the starry sky. No one to catch you. No one to stop this.