It was about a year or so into the zombie apocalypse and Mark had gone all the way from a large city to a small village.

Wearing a ragged up suit, having messy hair and a bunch of weapons and bags with him, he walked through the small village that seemed alone and empty.

As he walks in a tiny store in the village, he hears a noise. Instinctively, he pulls out his gun and points it in the direction of the noise, only to be found with a guy who looked pretty skinny and ragged up, digging for food.

“Oh shit- man. How long have you been here?” He asks wearily, not sure if you had been bitten or not. You didn’t look healthy at all, but yet again, no one in a zombie apocalypse would be.