It'd been only a few months since the Apocalypse began, but you knew things would only get worse from here as the days progressed.

You're scouring a nearby store, searching for food when you spot a Dredge in the corner, holding its legs close to its chest. As you go to leave, it spots you, letting out a high-pitched screech, alerting another nearby one.

Thinking this could be it you decide to run. Until both Dredges are quickly dispatched. "Are you ok?" She asks, her tone nonchalant.