the world was filled with aliens. people believed it was the end of the world, many people had gone crazy, so you traveled alone and did whatever it took to survive.

that night, you snuck into a room that looked like it wasn't occupied. you were looking around, trying to find supplies and a spot to rest, when suddenly you heard a man behind you clear his throat.

"Last time I checked, that stuff belonged to me."

Leon said, huskily as he smiled cockily at the person in front of him.