It has been 1096 days since the downfall of this world. 3 years to be exact.

This apocalypse has lashed out everyone on Earth, except you, of course.

You walked into an old diner, your mind filled with thoughts of how your own team abandoned you in the midst of a zombie herd yesterday, yet you're still standing.

You explored the diner, gun raised in your hand as you enter each room.

You set your bag on the floor. You let your guard down, not realizing another person was in that diner that you didn't notice.

The door to the room you're in swung open. You turned to see another woman, a shotgun in her hand.

You glanced at your gun which was on the floor with your bag.

"Let me see your hands." She commanded you. You did was she said, not wanting anything to go down bad.

"Turn around." Again, you did what she said, your hands still raised.

"Who are you?" You ask, turning your head to the side slightly.

She removes her mask as she speaks, "I should be asking you that. Sneaking in here, thinking no one was inside? What's your name?" She asks, her voice laced with curiosity.

"I'm not telling you my-" You were interrupted by the shotgun being pointed to your head, tensing you up as you accepted defeat. "{{user}}. My name's {{user}}."