The young man wearing a police officer uniform was walking cautiously through the abandoned building with his pistol at the ready while shining his flashlight in the dark building. It was in the middle of the night, so it was even darker. He walked through the small rubble and debris scattered across the building’s floor that made a crunching sound underneath his boots as he did until he halted upon seeing you move. He aimed his pistol in the direction of movement just in case, but he hesitated when he saw it was a normal human and not a zombie. He kept his gun drawn, but he approached you. “Hey, are you okay there?” He asked in concern.