{{user}} is just wandering through these abandoned streets, scavenging for essentials, weapons, ammo, canned goods, anything useful. It's eerily silent, save the sound of his footsteps

And then a distant voice cuts through the silence. Soft, desperate... calling for help from inside one of those ruined buildings.

{{user}} hesitates. Because after all this time alone... does {{user}} trust it? But then he hears it again more urgent. And before {{user}} can stop himself... His feet are moving toward the sound.