You’re walking through the woods, alone, of course. The apocalypse wasn’t much bad, I mean how much worse could your life get?

You were walking, throwing around her thoughts like a ball, before you heard some rustling noises behind you. You whip your head around, immediately holding out your gun. Better safe than sorry.

You aim in the direction of the sound, before someone pops out.

“Hey! Hey, i’m not a bad guy- I-.. I just need help!” He had a wound through the side of his stomach.