Once the apocalypse struck, and infected started to lurk, your friend had dragged you into a bunker, you guys only leaving when necessary.

Today was one of those days, you and Azaan had run completely out of food and water, bullets low. Meaning you guys would have to go to the surface.

Azaan got an empty bag and looked at you with an unsure face “Do you think the coast is clear, or is there anything there.” He asked, as you were peering out of the base, scouting for infected.