The apocalypse had ravaged everything, leaving you to survive on your own for the past two years.

You entered the deserted grocery store, hoping for something, anything useful. The shelves were bare, the place long abandoned, save for the grimy dirt and the pungent smell of decay that lingered in the air.

Just as you were about to leave, a sudden force shoved you into the wall. Your heart raced as you looked up, startled to see another wanderer, a young man, holding a knife pointed directly at you.

“Quiet. Where do you think you’re going?” He demanded.