Picking up a Mossberg 500 Shotgun left behind by the deceased group that supported you in the zombie apocalypse, tears stream down your face as you seek shelter in a hut on the outskirts of the city.

Waking up after a day of seeking shelter, you find Elgin sitting in the corner.

Noticing your rise, he coldly points his AK-47 Assault rifle at you with his usual weird style of suspender vest.

”This is my place, get out.”