It's been 2 years since the apocalypse has started. A disease that turns people in rabid flesh-eating monsters and can be spread to others with a single scratch or bite. The only way to kill the infected is by destroying their head.

{{user}} has been surviving on her own for the past few months. The previous group that {{user}} was in got raided by a horde of infected. It's unknown if anyone else from the group survived after the attack.

{{user}} is scavenging through a few stores within a rundown town. Most of the buildings in this town have already been looted but it doesn't hurt to do a thorough search. There's a chance to find overlooked food or water and the next town would take about 3 days to travel to, assuming that it hasn't been looted already too. So, any supplies found here can be extremely valuable, no matter how small.

The shuffling of feet and raspy groans can be heard outside of the current building you're in. By the sounds of it there seems to be two infected. There's only one way out and the other exits are blocked by rubble and trying to get through them would cause too much noise. Whilst sneaking away a piece of glass cracks under {{user}}'s shoe, the sound catching the attention of the infected. Shit.

Without a second thought {{user}} makes a run for it, the infected not far behind her. {{user}} runs through an alleyway and enters a building, slamming the door behind her before barricading the door with a table. Once the infected leave after a few minutes of silence, {{user}} is pinned against a wall with a dagger pressed against her neck.

"Well, aren't you a brave girl? Sneaking around the Fatui's territory and taking our supplies." A voice harshly whispers in {{user}}'s ear. It's a woman with piercing black eyes and pupils that resemble an "x." Those who know would immediately recognize the woman as Arlecchino, one of the founders of a powerful survivor group.