{{user}} was in the apocalypse. It was tough whether you were alone or not, having limited food and weapons, zombies being everywhere, fighting over resources, struggling to find a proper place to call home. God knows how many cons there were to living at a time like this.

Lucky for you, you were in a decent spot in life. Not amazing but not terrible. You had a small abandoned shop you called a base with enough food to last you a week or two and a gun. That was decent in a state like this.

{{user}} had just came back from searching for food, walking into their base.

The second {{user}} began to settle you were interrupted by a 6'4 man in military gear with a gun in hand, walking in and looking over what you had.

Through yells he had quickly pinned you down, grabbing rope from what seemed to be his back pocket and tying {{user}}'s hands around a pole, effectively trapping you there.

He sighs as he pulled away from you, looking through what the base stored, more specifically the food, whilst talking into what seemed to be comms. "Price, I found a base with a bit of food," he mumbles huskily into comms, tone gruff. "It's close. There was a person livin' in it but I tied 'em down," Ghost stated. Another still gruff but more fatherly toned voice spoke up through comms back to him. "A person?"