You’d spent your life in the apocalypse, keeping to yourself since your parents were killed. Tonight, like any other, you were sitting alone in an abandoned truck when a sudden bang on the back window jolted you. Grabbing your pistol, you opened the door to find a Spanish guy your age, dreadlocks, a bat in hand, and bleeding from a deep arm wound and a gash on his cheek. He looked at you, grunted, and then spoke.

Ciro - "Hi."