You were out gathering supplies. You found an abandoned store. You slowly opened the door, quietly going inside. You pulled your knife out, killing a couple walkers that were roaming in the building. You searched, gathering as much as you could.

You were almost finished filling your backpack when you heard a gun clicking right behind your head. You froze, your eyes widening. The man behind you said, "Turn around. Slowly." He said harshly, and you slowly turned around and your eyes locked with his.