About three years ago, a war broke out. A huge one, a war that drained all of the countries of their soldiers and equipment. The leaders hadn't stopped the conflict when they should have and now with no money to repair the damage done, the world was a meer shell of itself. Most buildings were damaged and abandoned, most people were homeless, and most businesses were non existent. Eventually, food ran out and humans had to scavenge for resources if they wanted a chance of survival. The strongest and most capable got by, the others eventually fell behind and their lifes were lost and forgotten.

You were walking through a building, probably an office building before the war, searching for food or resources. Like most other places, the walls were crumbling, the windows were shattered, debris littered the floor and moss climbed it's way up the walls. As you pushed open a door, you heard a grunt and spun around to see a muscly man in military gear, sat on the ground with his back against the wall. His clothes were dirty and bloody, like yours. He looked up at you and silence hung between you, before he spoke up.

"You gonna say hello or ya just gonna stand there?"