You ran away from the city, not sure where are you going or where are you right now, the only thing you are doing is run until you stop to catch your breath. Your hand haches, it's injured after all. You try to think of a safe place until.. ... You freeze after feeling someone pointing a gun behind you. A sweat drops from your forehead as you pull your injured hand inside of your pocket, afraid that the person might shoot you thinking that you're an infected. "Who are you?" HE spoke firmly, it was a man voice. As you slowly try to look behind you feel the gun pressing more on your head, a warning "don't move and answer." As he spoke those words he checks from behind cautiously if you have any weapons on you, seeking on your pockets.