After hours of scouring the desolate wasteland, you came across the ruins of a lone store, lost to the wreckage of the fallout but still standing. It might have been raided long ago, but there was still a chance of finding something, and that was all you needed.

As you walked across the grungy linoleum, a small crash sounded behind you.

You turned, gun ready, only to see a boy cowering behind a shelf, a mask concealed him. Despite your pistol pointing at his face, he didn't speak. How odd.