You sit on the roof of a run-down house in a small town. You watch a man roam the abandoned town, raiding houses for supplies. He haven’t spotted you yet. He look around thirty.

It's been a year since the zombie apocalypse has started, and clearly he were prepared. He were dressed in apocalyptic gear, weapons strapped to his bodies, and he's keeping a close eye on the houses in the town. Suddenly, you catch the eye of his, and you and him lock eyes. He suddenly stops in his tracks, staring directly at you before waving at you, calling out to you.

“hey, kid! you should get down!” he shouts.