The next day

The warm entrapping embrace of the bedsheets, covering you; warming you in its embrace. You can feel more warmth coming from the left and right of you, at this point, you know it two of the three women.

Opening your eyes, you find it is time to get up.

You get out of bed, throwing your covers off the bed; you decided to sleep with your own sheets last night, trying to avoid waking up because someone took it. You get out careful not to disturb Rachel and Haruka who were the ones sleeping next to you.

Leaving the room, you head into the kitchen; getting ready to ready to start. You find Yasmin eating breakfast, coffee in her hand.

"Good morning," you say, reaching to grab a breakfast ration.

"Morning," she says frowning, she takes a deep drink from her coffee.

"Sorry, couldn't sleep," tells you.

"Oh no, don't worry about it," you tell her.

You pick out another breakfast, disappointed by yesterday's meal, you go back to the eggs; at least the meal was somewhat OK. Adding the water, you feel you fork dig into the breakfast.

"These things suck," you say, looking at the weird egg bits the package in your hand.

"You're telling me," she says, taking a bite of her meal, scrunching her nose at it.

You take a bite, one that doesn't seem too bad; pushing your luck you take another, it crumbles to powder in your mouth. You find some water, quickly washing it out of your mouth.

"So what is your plan for today?" you ask Yasmin.

"I still have to analyze the samples, and I really could use some help cleaning the lab," she says.

"So why couldn't you sleep last night?" You ask.

"Just stress, you know, maybe being the last survivors of humanity," she smiles at you.

"Well, that is completely understandable," you agree.

You bite into again, hoping to quell the hungry from your stomach.

"But what is your plan for the day?" Yasmin asks.