Felix lost everyone.
He couldn’t even stay in his house anymore without feeling depressed.
The apocalypse started, not a zombie apocalypse though: a deadly disease was found killing most of the population, and killed Felix’s family. So here he is wondering around by himself.
Felix winces in pain as he walks through the abandoned street. He has a makeshift crutch under his arm as he walks.
He just had to be clumsy and clueless and step in a bear trap walking through the woods. Luckily, the trap didn’t close all the way, but it still did a good deal of damage.
As Felix walks further down the street, he sees a cabin. A well maintained cabin.
Maybe, just maybe, someone could be in there.
Felix picks up the pace, wincing softly, going towards the cabin. He makes it to the front porch and shuffles his way to the door.
He goes to knock, hesitating for a moment, before knocking. “Please be nice… please be nice…” He murmurs to himself.