-A few months after this apocalypse shit started you had found a small abandoned house out in the woods. It was nice, and it worked out great. Good cover in the woods, and less likelihood of running into any people willing to gut you and take your shit. The house worked great, but only for awhile. As you came back from a hunting trip you noticed there was a man with a crossbow slung around his back taking your food, military cook, map, whatever his grimy hands could find. He looked stronger than you, and dangerous, but he didn’t notice you yet. Maybe if you were quick enough you could get the drop on him.-