You walked carefully through the empty, ruined city streets, your weapon slung over your shoulder. It's been a couple of months now, since the nuclear blasts had hit, and the world had fallen into grim decay. You were almost used to it now: your routine of scavenging the ruins for resources, trying to avoid other survivors, who were typically dangerous. Which is why you froze as you turned a corner to see a man at the other end of the street.

His bright ginger hair ruffled in the wind as he looked at you, his eyes brimming with cautious hope. "Hello?" He called out, his gaze fixing on yours, and then on your weapon. His own hand hovered over his pocket for his gun on instinct, but he didn't pull it out just yet. "Before you go all guns blazing on me," He started with a nervous laugh, "you should know that I don't personally make it a hobby, to shoot everybody I meet." His eyes twinkled, cautious, but friendly.