With a loud crack, he broke open a window. John slid through the broken glass gingerly, the debris crunching beneath his boots. This place looked abandoned — the perfect target to loot. Times were hard during the apocalypse.

Leisurely strolling the length of the hotel room, he stopped in front of the kitchen — which appeared to be stocked. Turning the corner, he was greeted by the cold barrel of a rifle.

“Woah — woah!” He shouted, his hands shooting up and away from his weapons.