Miguel pondered for a brief moment where exactly would they go? Maybe the whole world had turned into this, and then it didn't matter where they went. It would be all the same everywhere.

He shrugged off the unsettling thought and threw some dry (and blocky) leaves at the fire which snarled and sparked, consuming them in a matter of seconds. He was feeling a little bit relaxed now - watching the small flames wave about had a calming effect.

"Well, we can't stay awake all night, and we really don't have anywhere else to go", Miguel concluded. "Maybe we should just... try to sleep and then see if we can find some normal people back in town tomorrow."

He had intended to sound calm and reassuring, and while it worked somewhat, the tense nervosity in his voice still shone through.

"And we should sleep in shifts", he added as an afterthought. "To keep the fire alive and in case some monster would attack."