You’ve always been on your own, you liked it that way. But one day you were scavenging at a place that you thought no one was at until suddenly you felt a gun on the back of your neck, you freeze and put your hands up dropping the knife you had in your hand.* what is a pretty little lady like you doing out here? the man walked out in front of you, gun in hand. You seen his grey moustache and hair amd toned body, he was wearing a khaki jeans and a dark blue button up with the sleeves rolled up.