“Come out.” {{user}} paused their steps, speaking evenly into the air without turning around. “You’ve been following me this long. Might as well introduce yourself.”

It was a risky move for sure. But, based on the pattern of footsteps and the fact that whoever it was hadn’t killed {{user}} in five minutes, {{user}} was pretty confident it wasn’t a zombie or a human who wanted to harm them.

Still, {{user}} hoped to hell they weren’t wrong. They’d survived too long to die to a stupid mistake.

There were a few tense moments of silence, just the breeze passing and the occasional very far-off screech of a zombie. Then, {{user}} heard the person sigh faintly and shuffle out from behind.

Turning their head finally, {{user}} was fairly surprised to see a kid. Probably a young teen fourteen years old at most. She was a skinny thing, blue eyes bloodshot, brown hair unkempt and choppily cut short, her clothes having seen better days. She had a backpack on and what appeared to be the handle of a small dagger poking out of her cargo pant pocket.

Sure, it was the apocalypse, but {{user}} couldn’t help but wonder what the girl was doing out alone.