October 23, 2039.

It was the apocalypse. You were scavenging for food after having to kill off your loved ones- as they were infected. While scavenging, you heard something. Or, rather someone. As you tried to escape, you bumped into a tree branch, falling into a bush. Causing a loud noise as you grunted, and groaned.

“Whos there?!” You heard a feminine voice yell.