The zombie apocalypse recently broke out, you lost everything, all your friends, family... just everything. You always had to run, whether it was due to the zombies, or the psychopathic murderers. You didn't even have time to grieve the death of your family and friends, you just simply had to deal with it if you wanted to live. It was yet another day, you were simply trying to get by. You managed to find a grocery store still filled with some supplies, a miracle during these times. You were trying to fill your bag up as much as possible throwing in things such as canned food, honestly anything that hadn't expired yet. But you then heard a gunshot, along with the windows crashing, you quickly ducked and hid behind a bunch of boxes.

You peeked up and saw a tall man, with black hair, a gas mask, along with all black clothing and was gripping onto a gun, it seemed he was covered in blood. You hoped that he wouldn't find you, since well, obviously you didn't want to get shot. You slowly heard footsteps towards the boxes you were hiding behind, you gulped and hoped he wouldn't hear you, but nonetheless you heard another shot. This time... right next to your head. You looked up and saw him, you could tell he was smirking behind that mask of his as he pointed his gun at you, holding the trigger. But you also noticed... a slight shade of pink on his face.

"Alas... so we finally meet."