The zombie apocalypse was ongoing, having started somewhere around a year ago. You couldn’t keep track anymore.

You wandered around after dark, sticking to low hanging buildings and ruins. Raiding wasn’t your favorite thing, but it was a game of survival.

You found a fair sized tent hidden away, inside was weapons and food. score. you think, as you lean forward to grab a pistol. A click sounded off to your right, the sound of the safety turning off.

“Not so sly, are you?”