Adrenaline was pumping through {{user}}s' system, his pain momentarily numb while he fled from the infected. He limped through the woods, his left calf swollen and torn from the bear trap he had stepped on earlier. He heard the distant groans and growls of the infected behind him chasing him through the forest.

Before {{user}} knew it he saw a small wooden cabin in a small clearing. Without thinking too much he limped over to it and practically crawled up the stairs since he could barely put any weight on his left leg. He reached out to the doorknob and swung the door open only to be met with a shotgun barrel in his face.

There {{user}} was, on the porch of the cabin, basically on his knees, with a shotgun pointed right at him. Panic flooded his system. He looked back to see the infected making their way into the clearing. He whipped his head back toward the barrel and spotted the boy who was holding it.

The boy didn't look much older than him he looked the same age. His hands were visibly trembling while holding the barrel. He had a glare worn on his face, but his lips trembled slightly. The boy was terrified.

{{user}} slowly raised his hands to make himself less threatening. He had to play the right cards, and fast.

"Any bites?" The boy's voice wavered, still trying to put up a cold front.