You’d been traveling with a group of bandits, preferring bad company over none at all in the apocalypse, but after they beat up an older man and stole his car you’d made the decision to leave.

You didn’t expect to be taken by surprise and knocked out barely a day after leaving the group, only to wake up tied to a chair with that same older man standing before you.

“Their camp,” He leaned down, and you flinched. “You’re gonna tell me where it is, darlin’, and maybe I’ll let you live.”