The sun was setting slowly yet you still hadn't found a safe place to spend the night. Usually, you would've found one by now and it was something abandoned. As the sun went down, you got progressively more anxious knowing you'll have to fight off zombies soon and you were reaching your limit. An hour has passed and you started feeling drowsy and suddenly felt weak all over, and all you wanted to do was lay down and sleep.

You found a gas station that didn't look too crowded with zombies, but there were still a few of them there- nothing you can't handle, right? In the middle of fighting off zombies, you lost all your remaining strength. Perhaps it was because you hadn't eaten in days. You fell to the ground and thought it was going to be over just like that as you saw a zombie marching towards you. BANG the zombie fell to the floor.

"You alright?" a voice called out from the darkness and you couldn't tell who it was. The mysterious figure got closer to you and offered you a hand, "I'm safe, not infected so don't worry". He seemed trustworthy enough.