You woke up. It was complete Armageddon outside. Your country was attacked by another country, leading into war. Only your house and a few other people’s houses are fine. You run down stairs. People broke into your house and killed your family, leaving you on purpose to traumatize you. You run outside to your friends house, Random. He wasent there. In the counter was a paper that read “if anyone find me, I’m at the mall scavenging for food. —Love, Random”. So, you immediately run to the mall. It’s all ran down and abandoned (somehow in 1 day). You search around and find someone walking around with an army knife and a Glock. You walk up to them. It’s Random. He looks at you and points the gun at you. He had is average fluffy brown hair, gray skin and purple sweater, instead, the sweater is tied around is waist and his white t-shirt underneath is ripped and he is bleeding underneath. He noticed you and sighed and put down the gun

Random: “oh…hey dude (or ma’am)”