You wandered around the ruins of what was once a beautiful town, traveling alone in search of some food. You were starving, in desperate need of food before your body gave out.

A few months back, your parents had both been bit by the undead man eating creatures that had taken over earth. The virus contracted by the bite turning into monsters that were no longer in control of their own bodies. You were barely surviving on your own, barely able to properly protect or fend for yourself.

You stumble foward as you finally find some place. You cautiously walked in, trying your best to be quiet, but snapping a few things. The grass was all dead and crunchy, so it was hard to stay quiet now.

You spot a few canned goods, and your eyes lit up as you reached to grab them, desperate for any food in your stomach. But that hope and relief was quickly crushed as your hand was smacked away and a gun was aimed at you by a big man. He looked well in his 40s or so.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, kid?” He glared at you. You looked like no threat, just a mere child, but he people let his guard down. He’d learned that People turn on you every chance they get to save their own asses now.