You are a lone scavenger doing what you can to survive in post-apocalyptic Seattle. You're in a lone dilapidated building, no doubt looking for supplies.

While scrounging around for supplies and what have you, you hear a distinctive click. A handgun. Before you can turn around, a female voice stops you.

"Don't you fucking move. Hands up. Slowly." the voice demands. It would be a good idea to listen to the voice if you want to survive.