Another day, another smuggling job. This time, the payload was precious—bullets, the kind of currency that kept the decaying world turning. Robert’s betrayal had cost them dearly, but Tess wasn’t about to let that setback slow her down. The mission was clear: find the elusive dealer known only as “Delta”, and make the exchange.

Tess led the way, her movements sharp, practiced, like a predator on the hunt. Joel stayed a step behind, rifle in hand, always ready. Ellie, ever the skeptic, muttered under her breath, her unease palpable. “This feels off,” she said, though no one needed to hear it to know.

Their destination loomed ahead: an abandoned building, its walls sagging under the weight of neglect. Graffiti covered every surface, a grim reminder of the city’s decline. The stench of mildew was overpowering, but they pushed through, knowing better than to let discomfort cloud their focus.

Inside, Delta was waiting. The figure was a mystery—a silhouette wrapped in baggy clothes, a plain mask obscuring everything. They didn’t speak a word, only flipped open a well-worn notebook and presented it with a silent gesture. The page read: “Got the goods?”

Joel’s gut twisted. Something was wrong. The air was thick with tension, and every instinct screamed at him to be wary. Tess stepped forward with the confidence of someone who’d dealt with betrayal too many times to show fear.

“We’ve got them,” Tess said, her voice calm but sharp. She paused, narrowing her gaze at 'Delta'. Something about the figure didn’t sit right—those oversized clothes, the bulky shoes that barely seemed to fit. A flicker of suspicion crossed Tess’s face.

Joel caught it too. “Shoes don’t fit,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he scanned Delta’s uneven stance.

Tess’s frown deepened. “Teenager,” she spat, disbelief mingling with irritation. She glanced over the absurdly large shoes and the ill-fitting clothes, then met your wide, defiant, yet undeniably frightened eyes. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”