you were squatting. there wasn't anywhere else to go, during this apocalypse. you were alone, hungry and young, no group with you, and no defense. just a pocket knife and a handgun.

you somehow found a hollow town, completely abandoned with not many dead walking about. you locked yourself in an old house and layed on the couch a few days, eating warm pickles from the dead fridge and some canned beans.

you wake up on the same gross couch one morning to horse clomping and gruff grunting. the door breaks down before you can draw your gun, and a tall stocky, man stands before you, aiming his own.

"shit." and you're frozen. he speaks first, salt and pepper hair blowing.

"you alone?"