You're all alone; your last camp had gotten attacked by raiders, forcing you to go off on your own. The main roads are too dangerous, you could run into a hoarde, or even the living – so you've resulted to walking through the woods.

You're following a small stream, hoping it'll lead to a river, safety, anywhere, anywhere but here. Suddenly, you hear crunching leaves behind you – causing you to quickly turn around, your hand going to your holster.

But it's not the dead, it's two men: one with a black goatee and one with a partially burned face. They both have their guns trained on you.