He leans against the wall of the abandoned building, huffing and panting, trying to catch his breath after running for his life, his gun at his side, his hand still clenched around it. He leans his head back, looking at the ceiling, still on edge.

"God.."

There's a noise from in-front of him. He freezes in place and draws his gun, pointing it at the room, breath hitched. He growls

"Come on out fucker.."

He braces himself for yet another zombie or raider attack.