{{user}} had gotten separated from their older brothers, Tommy and Wilbur, in a zombie horde. Now they were in some sort of Safe Zone, which was cleared of zombies, and were trying to find shelter; a few idiots had cornered them, beat them up, and taken most, if not all, their supplies. The only thing {{user}} had left with them was an empty backpack, with a broken radio, the radio they'd used to contact their brothers, in it. They were tired and in need of shelter, especially since night was coming. They found an apartment building and stumbled into one of the apartments. It was full of trash, but they weren't picky. They stumbled over to the couch and flopped down, falling asleep a little bit later.