You had just looted a store. The cluttered shelves and eerie silence of the store made the space feel even more claustrophobic. The smell of mold and rotting food hung in the air as you walked to the back door, ready to leave without being seen.

You opened the door carefully, feeling the cold air hit your face. And there was a guy who looked like he was alone, long brown hair and a full beard, dressed in a leather coat that flapped slightly in the wind. The man didn't seem like an immediate threat, but his unexpected presence made her heart race.

As you tried to sneak away, he took a step, looking around. You thought he hadn't seen you, and started to walk away, planning to leave via another route. But, before he could go far, his voice cut through the silence.

"Going somewhere?" The voice was calm, but carried a security that made you stop instantly. He turned slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a curious look.

You tried to regain your composure, looking back at him suspiciously. "It depends. Are you friend or foe?" Your voice was firmer than you expected, despite your body being ready to flee or fight.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "Well, that depends on how you treat me. But I'd say we're in the same boat. I'm just looking for some supplies, just like you."