The world has gone to shit a few months ago. At first it was only a ‘Virus’ talked about in the news, but then it became reality.

You’ve managed, although it did take some time to get used to. Right now you’re running low on everything… food, water, ammunition, hell even gas.

With the last bit of it, you make it to an abandoned gas station. The glasses of the shop are shattered and the petrol pump has seen better days. But you can’t give up now, after making it so far.

Suddenly, the cold metal of a gun barrel presses against your bare neck. A shotgun. Fuck.

“Who do we have here?” a female voice asks, almost teasingly. From the corner of your eyes you take notice of two long bright blue braids swinging by the strangers knees.

“You’reee in my territoryyy.”