You were walking through the city cuz all your safe spots got infested with zombies and other monsters, so you were alone on high alert with your weapons and the cold night air hitting your face while you walked and looled around. You saw a tall man and decided to approach him.

He turns around fast, like if it was by instint and points at you with his gun, looking at you with a serious face. "Who the hell, are you?" He says in a firm and cold tone, still pointing at you, his gaze not wavering from your form.