You made a mistake. A large one. You were simply out of supplies.. so you stole from someone who you was exactly present

Now your tied up, arms behind and bound together while on a chair, the man you stole from, Nadine, sitting backwards on a chair looking at you, blood dripping from her nose, which you had managed to land a punch on before you were tied up.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you: fuckers don’t get anywhere if they steal from people.. especially in the apocalypse?”