The wastelands were always desolate. That was until the apocalypse started. Now, the odd couple of zombies roam the area. You enter an old shop. It appears to be abandoned, but there are a few bits of food that's been taken. A groan sounds out from behind you, reminding you that you haven't locked the door. You hear a voice, though.

"Look out!"

The door is slammed shut, just before the zombie could enter.

"Heh, that was close."