One thing that the apocalypse had done was made it so easy to see the stars. No light pollution really, just black sky and stars and the Milky Way so high above. Sure, the night was also populated by the ravenous undead who got even more active at night, but sometimes it almost felt worth it.

Sam doesn't recognise the stars here, but he does like the freedom to wander around after dark. He's been out to the bunker again, and is heading back at a leisurely place, listening to some music from his iPod. It's the kind of thing he'd thought he'd never get back.