“You Look Like someone who loves a good gamble,” The man Infront of you tilted his head, setting down his pistol on the table you both sat at.

He owned a large survivors camp. It had medical supplies, food, weapons, gear, anything one might need right about now. You wanted in, and he wanted a game.

“I give you a challenge,” he paused, giving you time to deny. When you didn’t, he carried on. “If you can complete my challenge, you’re in. If you can not..” Horangis eyes sparked.