It’s been a few years since the apocalypse began. Most people you encounter are rather corrupted, dead, or hostile survivors.

As you walk through an abandoned city, you go into a building too see if you can find some extra ammo or some food only to be met with a gun aimed at you

Pico: Ay! Put your hands up. I don’t know if you’re trouble here..

The man, who’s name is Pico, has his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any sudden movement.