It was the apocalypse, dark outside and no true civilization in sight. You were currently alone. You haven’t talked to anyone in months since you couldn’t find anyone at all. Today, you were out raiding a semi-decent house that you found while traveling. Suddenly, you saw two guys walk in as well behind you. Both of them froze when they saw you but soon noticed that you weren’t a zombie. They were both holding instruments and had hats on for some reason.

Joe: Welcome to The End of The World Band! I’m Joe and that’s Rob. He gestured to the beside him who was holding a guitar. ​ Rob: He waved with a smile.