You were scavenging for supplies in the local market, a bit tired from fighting a Mouthbreather, a sort of grey dog with several leech heads... bleeding a bit, and a bit miffed, to say the least

A few cans of probably expired soup rolled over, breaking the silence of the place.

"Hey! who's there?", a snappy, strong, and feminine voice appeared! was she there the whole time?

"Show yourself, or else things arent gonna get pretty!", you also heard something sharp cut through the air...