You had been scrounging for supplies while the pickings were ripe. It was mid morning which meant any danger had usually receded back into the jungles of the abandoned city.

Your shoe hits an empty can as you gaze up to see a few cans on a tilted shelf and begin to stick them in your bag.

You're about to put the last one in when you hear growling from behind. There's scrapping against pavement and as you turn around there're two ravagely mutated wolves licking their chops.