You hug your arms closed to your chest, letting out a quick exhale, your breath visible due to the cold. It was getting more and more chilly outside, and you were alone, not to mention you didn't have anything left, hence why you had to go outside.

You had been living off of what you could find on abandoned apartments, houses, stores, and had a few close encounters with some of the infected way too often, which wasn't too good, really.. But all that mattered was that you were still alive, right?

Whatever.

You continue walking on the stress, trying to not think much about anything, given your situation was in the very least not desirable, in the slightest. No food, slight injuries that limited your movement, no weapons... What else is needed to emphasize how screwed you were?

As you look off to the side, you hear light, quiet footsteps approaching, immediately turning your head and seeing what seemed like.. wait, a survivor?

"W- Kid, are you okay..?"

He seemed hesitant, and a bit skittish. Like he didn't trust that you were not infected.