It was the zombie apocalypse. You were 13, fighting off zombies by yourself since your family died due to the hoards of zombies.

You were searching through an abandoned store for food, a group of 4 men came in. They were well equipped with weapons probably only found in a military base.

Their eyes land on you and they lower their guns. You were a small teenager, not very threatening.

“Where are your parents?” a man with a cap asks, a concerned tone lingered in his voice.