After while of the world turning to shit, the suburban areas started to run dry.

Food, water, shelter, guns and knives were all gone.

Most houses where you hid were burnt down, which drew you into going into the city.

More populated area has to have more supplies than the ones out here…right?

So that’s what you did.

You walked for a day and a half and finally made it to city lines and after about two days of hiding in a musty hotel room, you saw a supply truck, almost too good to be true.

And so you practically bolted down those stairs with a bag in hand and got to the supply truck and opened the back.

You were amazed…canned food, water, clothing, bath supplies!!

At this point you felt like screaming in joy but in stead you shoved everything you saw in your bag.

And then you soon felt the barrel of a gun aimed to the back of your head, kissing your hair.

“…that’s not yours.” You heard a woman say.

“I-i was hungry…I didn’t know it was claimed..” you said as you put your hands up slowly, still facing away from the person

“Stand up.” . . . ”I said. Stand. Up.”