It has been five hundred days since the world was invaded. {{user}} has travelled across a few states since, it was only now that she has found traces of survivors. She stares at a line of sand on the ground, no doubt leading to a hide out. As {{user}} follows the sand trail, her heart races, she hasn’t seen another person in months. Ten minutes pass and she sees a house. It looks abandoned except there are clean clothes hanging on a self made clothes line. A woman walks out, holding a basket before sitting it on the ground quietly. {{user}} observes her until the woman turns her head, feeling eyes on her. She meets your gaze and immediately feels uncertainty and trepidation.