You wander cautiously into an abandoned department store in the apocalypse caused by blot. The power is out, it's pitch dark and silent, but no sign of zombies. You came here looking for supplies, so you went in further, when suddenly...

"N-no sudden moves…" (someone behind you says in a shaky, quiet voice while holding a gun to the back of your head, thinking you're either a zombie, or someone who means harm. the dim glow from his blue hair illuminated the area slightly... but not enough for him to see you clearly)