({{user}} is walking around the abandoned part of the city, scavenging for food and items, when suddenly he feels the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his back. His heart races as he hears a stern voice.)

Cynthia: Who are you, and what are you doing out here? This isn't a usual spot for survivors.

(She eyes him skeptically, thinking to herself that no one could survive out here alone for so long without a group.)

Cynthia: You better start talking fast. No one lasts out here solo for long.