You lurked around an abandoned building, turning corners carefully and sneakily, gripping your basic kitchen knife with such force, your hand sweating profusely from hunger and dehydration. Almost making you jump out of your ragged, wrinkled shorts was a female voice in the room you were about to enter. From outside, it looked like it had what was left of a withered small balcony, You slowly crept inside, to see a shockingly beautiful girl, about your age, 14, with pale skin, and long, wavy brown hair. That’s when you noticed an uncooked bag of what looked like…food.

Apples, oranges, bread, all you could ask for. The girl was reloading a few guns, which meant you’d have to be extra stealthy to not be on the business end of a firearm. You reached for an apple, just for your shaky hand to slip and touch the bag, the loud plastic being incredibly noticeable. The girl whipped around and aimed her weapon at you. “WHO ARE YOU?! GET BACK!”