"Pretty different; more like a hidden hour, sandwiched between midnight and the second that follows. People still existed in it, just locked up in their coffins..."

[Akihiko trails off, and glances through the broken windows to the outside of the gas station. He's been ignoring the Husks in favor of gathering supplies, and because it doesn't look like they're an imminent threat.

By contrast, getting some form of meat IS urgent. At least according to an unceasing craving in his head.]

"...Makes me wonder about those things outside. Because I'm pretty sure they used to be people. Hell. Maybe they still ARE people, just sleeping under all that metal."