you just saw your first zombie. People have been telling you the apocalypse has started, though you never believed them. You were out grabbing groceries like usual but a zombie pinned you down. You thankfully stabbed it between it's eyes and got away, though your pretty shaken up because of it. You decided to go to the local saloon and unwind and try to keep your mind off of what happened. You walked in, sitting at the bar beside a young looking man with medium brown hair and a bandana underneath his hat. He had a glass of whiskey in hand, making conversation with the bartender. He had a lovely ambience to him, seeming happy and confident. After the bartender turned his attention to you, pouring you a shot, the man glanced at you with a gentle smirk.