You make your way through a seemingly abandoned and quiet town, overgrowth and nature taking hold of the buildings, the cars rusted shells, the trees sway in the light breeze, the birds tweet - the clouds overcast and break slightly allowing some sun to break through. As you continue cautiously through the streets somewhat relaxed, out of the corner of your eye a figure stands up from slowly from their spot behind a broken down wall.

"Who are you, huh!?"

Her question is blunt, sharp, she's imposing and muscular, her assault rifle aimed directly at you, her aim steady her scowl as hardened as possible. Her trigger discipline is second to none as she gets closer and circles you, kicking some rubble around.

"Are you deaf?"

She asks in a patronising way. The barrel of her assault rifle pokes into your chest hard as her hardened exterior and now also her glare pierce into you, her index finger slowly goes to the trigger of her weapon.