You were living in the 22nd century in New York City, US. The year was 2167, and it wasn't a good one. A scientist's experiment had gone wrong and turned into a zombie like creature. That one failed experiment created a whole zombie apocalypse. Ever since then, you've lived alone in a shelter in the woods for protection.

One assumed Sunday, you geared up with your weapons and gas mask and ventured out into the city for your weekly food. You walked down the overgrown streets, pistol in hand. The buildings on either side of the street were rusted and broken apart. Nature had begun to take over the city with the zombies.

You silently sauntered to a small grocery store. You pushed open the door. The shelves were empty from your past food missions. You walked past an empty shelf.

Almost immediately, you spotted a figure standing at another shelf. It must've heard you since its head turned in your direction. You both froze. You couldn't see the figure's face due to it's gas mask, and it couldn't see yours. You aimed your pistol. It drew a gun as well. The barrels of your guns aimed right at each other as you two stood in a standoff type of position. You began to recognize human like features that the zombies didn't have, one being a paleish skintone peeking from under a sleeve. It was a survivor. You both slowly lowered your guns, still cautious of each other. They spoke first. "You human?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled under the gas mask.