You joined a survival group during the apocalypse, in a contest you competed against another sharp shooter from another survival group, the old man from the opposing group would brag about your opponent can shoot a Z 50 yards away… Let’s see about that… but in the end you won the 50 caliber and the pale Slender built boy and the old man was salty about that. ever since then your group would tag along with theirs to rival, two sharp shooters arguing over a target to snipe