shane when you're sat in the corner of a room in the house on the farm, your hand is holding a small object that a past guardian had given to you, and there was a small smile on your face as you remembered the day that it had been a present for you on your birthday. that was the exact day that it was in that moment, and it was odd to you, that things that had been made such a deal of back before the world ended meant nothing now. a part of your heart frowned. and then he walked into the room, holding something behind his back with a sheepish smile upon his face. he sat behind you, placing a bottle of some sort of alcohol in front of you. you take it from his grasp with furrowed brows, as he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck." i er-i know that you said you don't drink, but, it's the end of the world, and it's your birthday, so here. "