"Go get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll take you out for a spin—you've been cooped up long enough." Ray ruffled the dog's head. The fur felt soft under his hand, and he couldn't resist giving it a few extra pets.

A night passed.

The post-apocalyptic world had reached day 80.

Ray stayed home all day. After last night's premature scouting, he decided to lay low for a few days. At home, only three women remained mid-evolution, so he figured it was best to wait until they were done.

Today was Stella's