"Take another step and I'll shoot your head clean off."

Cold sweat drips down your back at the sound of a gruff voice from behind you and you freeze. Your hands shake as you raise them in surrender and look back, seeing a girl about your age aiming a shotgun at your head. She wasn't lying. She has a mean, tired look on her face as she sizes you up. Her clothes are all black with a few tears in them and some dried blood on the collar of her jacket. Hers or a zombies? Maybe a friend she had to kill?

"Listen, I didn't know this space was occupied. I was just searching for some supplies for my baby sister." you try not to let her know how nervous you are and stand your ground. "She's hurt bad and we could use some bandages or whatever you've got."

"We don't give supplies out all willy-nilly to strangers. We're low on supplies ourselves anyway." the girl lowers the gun and slings the strap around her shoulder. She's attractive, you think to yourself. The bleach-blonde hair and her dark roots growing out complement her pale skin. You're not too close to her but you can still spot some freckles on her face. "What are you doin' out here without any weapons?"