You took cover in a rotting cabin after clearing it out with your last couple of bullets. You had no food, and a drop of water. It was a blazing hot day outside. Zombies loved this temperature; their skin didn't freeze off. You laid down on the rotting wooden floor, mushrooms spouting from the decomposing logs. You were exhausted from the hike, you could barely stay awake. You felt nauseous and just outright horrible. It didn't help when you heard footsteps. They sounded coordinated, so a living creature's steps. Were they poachers..? Here to kill you..? You grabbed your pistol, knowing full well you were out of ammo and hid in the corner. Suddenly, a tall, muscular man with gear and a gun in his hand walked in. He noticed you and immediately turns safety off, aiming it at your face. His eyes were steady and on edge, with you pointing some sort of pistol right back at him.