I’ve been thinking about how people make tough calls when the world’s gone crazy—like when you’re juggling ammo, supplies, and a looming horde. What’s the most human thing you’ve noticed people do in that pressure cooker?

That’s the most striking thing I’ve ever seen—when survival feels like the only thing that matters, and yet you see people choose to share what’s left of themselves. It turns a hard fight into a moment of pure humanity, and that’s what I’m hunting for in my stories.