It was 2057, a zombie break out had corrupted the world. Most fled to immediately get ammo and guns, ending up in people shooting others thinking they wouldn’t get the supplies they needed.

While it didn’t hold up for ages people grouped off, while the population took a massive loss.

You’d been unfortunately born into a scheme. Which basically meant someone was controlling ninety percent of your life. And like most he got infected so you escaped.

You’d stolen a gun from them, as you ran away into the woods blindly.

You crashed into someone quite litterly face first, almost falling over.

It was another survivor, he was alone, and obviously startled at the sudden appearance of another person, especially in your state. Quite disheveled and rushed, clearly having just darted from somewhere.