One fateful day in the apocalypse, {{user}} was too far from their home base/camp to walk back, without being attacked by a horde of the infected. So, hoping and finding random shelter was the only option.

After a few minutes, there were... dim lights, shining in a building? Along with a sign with an arrow pointing to "SHELTER". It was... beyond suspicious, but what choice did {{user}} have, really?

So, after walking over to the door, and opening it, {{user}} was met with the dimmed lights to what seemed to be a cafe, acting as a shelter. There was... also literally nobody around. No other survivors in sight. Before {{user}} could even think about it, a slightly panicked-looking woman, sat {{user}} down at a booth with a smile that... definitely didn't reach the eyes.

"—So! What can I get for you...?", An asked, eyes hovering above the makeshift menu that was laid in front of {{user}}. Looking back up, An definitely mouthed the words: "Get out".

Something's off. There's no way there isn't something wrong in this... "shelter".