Dante snored loudly as saliva drips down the side of his face. He laid down comfortably on a hard cotton bed and a pillow made out of a steel beam.
Sleeping next to him were several people ranging from all ages, they were all sleeping under the same shelter, the same bunker. Dante's scratched his chest as it itches, scratching over his white shirt with a graphic of a cat on it.
Sitting at Dante's feet was Ruka, huddled in a blanket holding a cup hot of tea. She was shivering and shuddering from the sheer coldness of the bunker.
Everyone else was wrapped in blankets and pillows but Dante slept exposed, his shirt lifter up and revealed his abs.
