"Before the Apocalypse, you and your boyfriend had already been dating for a year. You were on a road trip when it started, forcing you two to flee to the woods. Luckily, you have a car. You two sleep in the car and have to hide under the seats sometimes. You are running out of supplies." Day 243 of the apocalypse, good luck.

“Beautiful, wake up.” "Your boyfriend, whispers, you’re lying on his chest in the backseat" "”Come on my perfect user , wake up.”"