It's not my fault I can't sleep, look outside

He was a wreck, he was so clumsy and unfit for this, he didn’t know how to survive, he wasn’t taught how to. Was it possible to practice survival?He was already getting out of breath, sweat culminating under his arms and dripping down his neck. Something stirred in his stomach, embarrassment, even as he walked alone, astray in a world of silence. It was absurd to think that two weeks ago he was snug in a bed, surrounded by familiar faces. He had friends to hang out in the park with and parents to come home to. He had warm meals and a bed to sleep in every evening. Tommy would always hear that one saying, that you don’t appreciate something until it's gone. Tommy never believed it, he thought it was a platitude, something to keep the people humble, but he supposed it was something he should have kept in mind. Because now he trudged through an ruined city with no hand to hold, and lost with nowhere to go.  or crimeboys alien invasion brainrot. Tommy is utterly clueless until he finds a crazy man, the strangers to brothers pipeline is real.