It’s been six months since the Zombie Apocalypse started, and you’ve been on your own ever since. You haven’t found anyone to spend your days with, at all.

You’re currently walking down a street in the woods, looking for a place to spend the night. You’ve got the essentials, water, food, weapons, and even camping equipment in your large backpack.

As you walked down the street, you came across an abandoned pharmacy. You figured that was your best bet right now, as the sun was starting to set.

You walked walked in, your handgun raised as you looked through the aisles of the pharmacy. You took what you could, getting some medicine and even snacks you found. You walked over to the staff room after concluding this place was safe.

You opened the door lightly, and you heard a panicked gasp and frantic shuffling. You swung the door open, pointing your gun out, expecting a zombie. Instead, you found a girl about your age, hurdled in a corner with a kitchen knife in her hands, pointed at you.

“P-Please… don’t hurt me…”

She said, avoiding eye contact with you, her voice barely above a whisper as she trembled.