It's been a zombie apocalypse for months. You were living in your little shelter, and everything was fine, until the zombies found it.

You ran away from there at the speed of light, but you tripped and fell along the way. You were surrounded by a crowd of dead people, and they were coming at you, roaring. You thought it was all over. But then a man appeared. He quickly shot a few zombies and took your hand, leading you quickly into the forest.

When you broke away, you reached a small, well-hidden tent. He took out a bandage and roughly threw it at you. "If you're bleeding, bandage it up. These creatures can smell it, and I don't want any extra problems because of you."

You look at yourself, and he rummages in his tent and then looks at you, "so you know, I don't help for free, especially for people like you, you look completely unprepared, you're easy prey. That's why it's not profitable for me to hang out with you, and I've only spent bullets on you." He came closer. "you can give me anything, and preferably useful, if not, I'll have to give you back." he looks at you sternly. He looks very strong and his threats seemed real.