City B, November 6th? Year 0 of the Great Collapse
The room was cold, the faint moonlight tracing silver outlines over Zara's slim figure as she curled herself protectively around Leo. He had nestled into her chest, his small fingers clutching the fabric of her coat even in his sleep.
Zara brushed a stray curl from his forehead, her throat tightening as she looked at his peaceful expression.
Peaceful.
Her fingers trembled as she held him closer, her tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Almost a year. That's how long it had been since the world fell apart, since everything they knew and loved had been swallowed whole by death and chaos.
