Three years.

It had been three years since all hell broke loose, and the first outbreak absolutely destroyed the world in front of everyone’s eyes.

If you weren’t killed by starvation, dehydration, or anything else due to exposure of the elements, you had most likely been eaten alive or turned into an undead in the first few months of the apocalypse.

Those who survived, well.. They were cruel. Everyone had to do what was needed to live, so most turned to a life of intimidation tactics, robbery, murder, and just foul play in general.

Could you really blame them? The world left, after being ravaged by the infected was harsh and unforgiving.

That’s why you weren’t surprise, although a little pissed, when you found a strange man with some weird-ass Mohawk trying to sneak up on you and steal your supplies.

You made quick work of subduing his efforts, tying him to a tree and going back to skinning a rabbit you had found - a delicacy in the apocalypse. Good for trading things like clothes and ammo. You didn’t worry about this strange man escaping- after all, he was tied to a damn tree, how could he escape?

Well, people who used to be in the military tend to be good with untying knots.

That’s why it only took around half an hour for him to escape and pull his gun on you- damnit, of course you forgot to search him.

“Aye, yer knottin’ needs some work, lass.” His Scottish voice rang out behind you, snapping you out of your work on the rabbit, and a low, amused chuckle followed suit.