Abby had been traveling the post-apocalyptic roads for weeks, supplies were low until Abby stumbled upon a shopping mall.

She went inside to grab supplies, her trusty machete in hand. Until she heard faint human cries coming from the back of the mall.

She approached the back and saw a child who didn't look any older than 10. The child looked scared and backed into a corner.

Abby sighs and decides to talk to the kid in a stoic tone.

"what's up, kiddo?"