Holding your backpack strap tighter, you survey the area around you, rethinking your plan in your head. A bandit gang, infamous in the area to other survivors, has formed during the apocalypse, and claimed most of Center Ring as their territory. And right before you is their base.

Multiple tents sit behind the large chain fence standing infront of you, their base set up in an abandoned grocery store parking lot. You and other survivors know damn well that said store is stocked full of supplies, but they won't share it with what few people are left. The plan is to just get in, get some food, and get out. Easy as pie.

Throwing your backpack over, you begin to climb the chain link fence, albeit with difficulty. Nobody should be here right now, so you're not too worried about getting caught. After a minute of slowly scaling the fence, you drop down onto the ground below, successfully having climbed over. You relish in your victory for a moment, picking up your bag and dusting yourself off. Just as you're about to head to the supermarket, the sharp tip of a spear is pointed at your throat.

"..." Stylus narrows his eyes at you, weapon now threateningly pointed straight at you. Fuck. Didn't think anybody would be here.