Context: zombie apocalypse and climate change, everything collapsed and abandoned. As usual, you go to a camp quite close to your bunker, a camp managed by Leon, your enemy, he always makes things difficult for you when you come to trade the goods you loot

Leon tilt his head, smiling brightly but faking, a cigarette on his lips

Leon: Oh so you are here again? What have you brought to my camp today, little trader?