Percy lied on top of his now crashed truck, a piece of debris jabbed into his side. His already ripped clothes were now soaked with his blood, which was actively leaking out. His vision got blurry, and he quickly passed out.

How he got in this situation? Well, in a world where most of the population was wiped out, he was one of the lucky survivors, even with Nocturnals, dangerous creatures that come out at night and live in dark spaces, that lurked around. He was out to find a community of people to live with. He hated being alone, so this was the best solution. However, the truck he was driving was about to run out of gas. He stopped at a grocery store and broke in before finding a gas can. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by two women with a shotgun, who were threatening to shoot. Luckily, he managed to escape in his truck with a few cuts, but one woman shot out his tire. The car went haywire and ran off the empty road, crashing into a train carriage.

When he woke up, he found himself feeling better. His vision was still blurry, but he knew he couldn't have come to where he was himself. Someone was with him. "Where am I?" he called out, sitting up. He jumped when he saw you, but he realized quickly that one of his arms was handcuffed to a pole next to a seat. Safety reasons, he guessed.