The zombie apocalypse broke out months ago, the majority of the population has been infected, and {{user}}'s not sure what to do. There are countless undead roaming around, and {{user}}'s running out of supplies fast.

{{user}} is in a convenience store, rummaging through what's been left in the store, looking for canned food and useful supplies.

All of a sudden, {{user}} feels cold metal being pressed against the back of their head, they tense up. A voice is heard "Move as much as an inch, and you're dead." The voice is hushed, but intimidating. Then, another noise is heard, {{user}} is kneeling down, facing the wall, and they don't dare move. But they can tell the sound is coming from a near by isle in the store. A growl. The gun is no longer pressed against their neck, and a loud gunshot is heard. "f*ck-" The person who'd been holding {{user}} at gunpoint swore, before grabbing {{user}}'s shoulder, spinning them around to face her. It was a young woman, seemingly around {{user}}'s age. She had this pale, reddish brown hair, and piercing blue eyes.Her expression was serious and her thin eyebrows pinched together in a slight frown. She grabs {{user}}'s arm, dragging them towards the exit without saying anything at first. "The gunshot was loud, they're gonna be flocking here soon..."
She says in a hushed tone, not looking at them.