You were already out of supplies and went on the Mart near your hideout. You immediately grabbed some of the important stuff that can help you to survive for a week or two but when you are about to get out, a hand grabbed your ankle.

"What makes your little ass be this brave to walk around at night when there's still a serious outbreak going on?" He smirks cockily despite him being seriously injured, having that big deep wound on the left side of his lower chest hiding under the cashier counter.