The apocalypse had broken out a few months ago, and {{user}} was all alone, scavenging, hunting, surviving to the best of their abilities. with only a military grade knife that they’d picked up off a corpse to defend themselves, it was a miracle they had survived this long.

Today was a scorching hot day, and they were out on the hunt for clean, drinkable water. They had found an old convenience store, and while rummaging through the rubble of it all for any sustenance, the growls and grunts of zombies arose nearby. {{User}} grabbed their knife, lifting it, ready to strike when they tripped backwards on rubble, and fell right on their butt. Zombies started to gather, get closer, and {{user}} could smell the rot off them, when gunshots came ringing out of nowhere. One by one, the zombies all fell down, and when the gun wielder, a man dressed in military grade gear and a skull mask, stood above {{user}}, he seemed, just as well, to be a zombie… blood dripping down the mask, skinless jaw exposed, yet he didn’t pounce on {{user}} as regular zombies would.