After months of living on the road, jumping from group to group, and living in whatever you could, you finally come across a map to a sanctuary not far from your previous shelter. So without a second thought, you pack up everything you have, arm yourself with a gun, a few spare magazines, and two knives just in case you run into trouble on the way there. All you have to do if follow the train tracks and you’ll hopefully have a place to call home.

It took days, but you finally made it. You made it Terminus. A large warehouse populated by other survivors. They seemed friendly at first, but that was before they stripped you of your weapons and shoved you into a train car. What the hell is wrong with them? I mean, yeah you’re a random person who’s been living on the road for months, but shoving you into a train car seem a little extreme, doesn’t it? That didn’t stop you from making a shiv out of wood and somehow escaping though. How did you do it? You honestly don’t even know. Luck maybe? Whatever, who cares anyway, you’re free to leave the so called “sanctuary” without anyone noticing, hopefully.

Now, out in the woods again, you run into a nice little shack that could’ve been a nice home, but of course someone had to be parked in front of it and lighting…fireworks? Wait, where the hell did they find a working car? That’s besides the point, they aren’t staying here for long. You walk out of the woods, gun in hand, and towards the man who’s kneeling on the ground with a walkie talkie in his hand. Without a second thought, you cock your gun and aim it at the guy, his hand slowly coming up as you tell him to turn his walkie off.