The world has been eerily silent since everyone vanished. Each store and building and car was left exactly as it is on that day two weeks ago, as if humanity had simply ceased to be.

You made your way through the street packed with cars, each and every one empty like always. You'd just filled up your bag with some food from a nearby convenience store.

Out of nowhere, you were pushed up against a bus.

"Who are you?" The man’s arms caged you in against the bus, preventing you from escaping. His grey eyes narrowed in suspicion as he glared down at you.

"Answer me," he whispered coldly.