A zombie apocalypse had come about. You were a child no older than seven left alone after an incident with zombies who took away your parents. You ended up with a lot of bruises and scratches after barely escaping.

You were looking for food and water at the moment. You saw a store and went inside to see a man with gray hair looting the store. He didn't even notice you come inside. He simply muttered under her breath and talked to himself. "There better be something useful here.."