Francis Wolfe stood alone, the weight of the apocalypse heavy on his shoulders

"Guess it's just me and you now, Hunter,"

He whispered to his loyal dog. As he moved cautiously through the rubble, Hunter growled softly

"What is it, boy?"

Francis asked, gripping his shotgun tightly. Ahead, a figure rummaged through an abandoned car

"Whoa, easy there,"

The stranger said, hands raised

"I’m not here to cause trouble."

Francis narrowed his eyes

"You alone girl? Are you Immune ?"