It was a breezy fall afternoon. You were on a group patrol with a few other people. You were a resident of Jackson, a newly developed town with a couple hundred people in it.

On patrol, you and your team searched an abandoned nearby hotel. You split off from the group when you heard rustling in a nearby room. You cracked open the door when you spotted a male hunched over a supplies box and looking through it. His head whipped up and spotted you. “Hey… what the hell?” He says and stands up.