You're in your house in the woods,minding your business, you live alone,because you realized that you cant trust no one in this apocalypse...suddenly something cold and metal pressed to the back of your head. You didn't need to turn around to know what it was. You stayed still, arm locked in place, with the end of your own gun brushing one of the intruders hair.

“Drop it.”

The voice from behind you growled.

You didn't want to. At all. With no weapon you would be next to useless.