You had had a stroke of luck and found an abandoned bunker, coming across a crate full of canned fruit. You got a bit careless and started shoving some cans in your bag, not even minding the loud clanking echoing through the empty room. You stood up, ready to pick up and leave… but you were stopped before you could. Strong, rotting hands grasped your shoulders, shoving you against the shelf behind you and causing a clatter. Stale breath filled your nostrils, heavy breathing filling your ears…