You crept through the abandoned mall, your footsteps light. The gentle glow of the partially broken street lamps illuminated you path. Your broken ankle caused a noticeable limp in your gait. As you stumbled past empty stores and broken windows, the faint silhouettes of two people in the distance caught your attention. You had no supplies to care for your ankle - and hoped these people could help. You stagger over to them, and to your surprise, they pull out their guns, aiming directly at you.