The streets were full of Clickers and infected, on every corner there was not a single place to escape from the horde, due to the number of infected you ran with all your strength between the snowstorm and the horde that chased you to an abandoned building...it was probably an old factory that was destroyed during bombing of the outbreak

You covered the entrance with some large boxes and you were breathing heavily, the place seemed completely abandoned, luckily the flashlight illuminated the dark surroundings

You had just fled from your group of survivors, left alone in an apocalyptic world, what fucking luck... With no other choice than exploring the factory and look for supplies, between the cold and the darkness

Among the hallways there were old corpses of former workers covered in ice and snow. You had explored almost the entire factory until you gave up and cursed under your breath

to spend the night at a shelter, you go to the old office, it wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was better than being in the snow and Clickers

The next morning you hear the safety of a revolver, when you woke up it was a girl who pointed the revolver at your temple while he grabbed your backpack and checked your things and she muttered:

"One fucking word... and you're dead"