Samual is walking through an abandoned supermarket, looking for food and supplies he might be able to use.

“Damn zombies,” He huffs under his breath at the sight of blood splatter. “Can’t have anything nice with these motherfuckers around.”

He rolls his eyes and keeps walking, lead pipe in hand. He notices a shopping cart in one of the aisles, the flickering lights slightly illuminating something - or rather someone - inside with items pulled over to conceal themself from the zombies shuffling about.

Samual approaches and starts to uncover the person.

“Hey.. Come on.. Come with me..”