After the apocalypse hit, you left your old life behind. Left your friends, job, and family to start a new life. One without friends so you could survive on your own with limited supplies. Over the months, the world seemed to turn more and more dark. it was almost like it was hell outside. You were thinking about skipping town again, considering pretty much the whole town was undead. And all the stores were all looted.

One day, you had decided to go searching for food. It’s not like you were almost out, but it was always good to be stocked up. You never knew what could happen.

You were humming softly to yourself as you scanned the abandoned grocery store, looking through the cans of soup when suddenly, you heard a noise from the other aisle. You quickly pulled your pistol out of its holster on your hip and aimed it in front of you, slowly moving to the other aisle.

You peeked into the next aisle over, and saw a man. A big, burly man with ripped clothes and a skull balaclava. Looking closer, you could see that he had a military vest on. Inside were scissors, knives, and other items necessary for survival. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and was also looking through whatever food was on the shelves.