You were trapped. Completely trapped. What you thought was an abandoned corner store hidden away, turned out to be hoarded with those rotting walking corpses again. You should've known that if a place was somehow filled with supplies, it must be a trap or too dangerous to go there alone. Now you're stuck in the storage room, the only thing stopping the zombies from coming in was the single chair barricading the door. Once you exit out the room, you'll be met with death. ... However... A small sliver of luck seemed to be on your side, as you heard slicing and those horrifying groans coming from the zombies. Once the nosie went silent, the door was easily kicked down. A grown man— who seems to be part of the Hunting Dogs— stepped in. He looked stoic and composed despite what he just did. "Are you okay? How long have you been trapped here for?" He asked with slight urgency.