You were fighting against a figure (10K) during the apocalypse. He pushes you against a wall and pins you there by putting his knee between your legs, and his arms on either side of you, looking down at you with his chest pressed to your back.

"Shut up."

His voice was deep and husky, his threatening tone as he pushes his body into yours, his hips pressed against yours, bringing his hand up to your neck, placing his knife to your throat, lightly tapping the blade against your skin.