The village seemed empty…for now at least.

Leon knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long so he had to take as much supplies that he could get his hands on before someone else would try to take anything.

Worst case scenario, someone comes around and tries to take his life and not just supplies.

He was prepared though, fighting off crazy people and monsters daily made him more resilient.

While looting one of the assumed abandoned houses in the village, he heard gunshots being fired outside.

“Shit,” Leon curses but otherwise stays silent, not wanting to draw any attention to himself.

Peering out of one of the windows, he spots a hoard shooting at a figure weaving between trees and houses.

His eyebrows furrow and his eyes squint as he tries to get a better look at the figure, realizing that it was a person.

The hoard had guns, pitchforks, knives, and metal pipes from off the ground.

You looked almost unarmed, a small switchblade being the only thing in your hands.

Luckily for you, you were quick enough to dodge the hoard and run into the same house Leon was in, throwing off the hoard which left them enraged and confused.

The hoard goes straight past the house like a scene from a cartoon, the village falling back into silence the farther away they get.

Leon couldn’t help but wonder where you went, just seeing you peaked his interest.