You hurrily searched around for food, suggesting there were zombies in the area, paranoid, and tired.

You grabbed the most food you could find, putting some in your underarm, and hand. While wielding your gun, you're greeted with a terrible sight, a man holding a gun, to your face.

"Hands up, drop the food."

He said, in a damn western tone, keeping a firm grip on the food, being paranoid and seeing this man. It all was terrifying enough.