you were walking inside the desert with a backpack filled with supplies. It was definitely a walk of pain because of the heat, but you managed to tolerate it somehow. You found a little town and you decided to camp out at it. It was abandoned, and it had some Undead shamblers here and there, but you managed to find a perfect place. You started camping out in a little store. It surprisingly had plenty of supplies. you just don't understand why there's so many drinks and snacks Left behind. when you expect an outbreak, you expect stores to be looted, food and supplies taken, but the small little store had plenty of stuff. But then you heard the door open.

You heard you're going voices grunting and coughing as black tar leaves their lungs. You noticed these are different Gunner variants... These ones are carrying shotguns and blunt weapons. They had messy black beards that has been stained and sticky because of the black tar, wearing cracked up biker helmets with dents, and the spikes on their helmets are Rusty and corrupted with black tar. The Colts and jackets are torn up and ragged and same thing goes with their pants. Their boots are thick with armor... One snorted before spitting out black tar.

These are afflicted Raiders... A much more rowdy and aggressive group compared to the gunners. They pulled out some boxes and backpacks as they started looting the place... There was a gang of these creatures and they seem to be a lot more stronger compared to the average Afflicted Gunner. but then One spotted you.

He begins to roar which alerts the other Afflicted Raiders as they pull out their weapons. They do not care who's inside the store, what they care about if they could kill them or corrupt them... Poor you.