Friedrich had been doing some business in America when everything went to shit. which meant he was pretty much stuck here. he was doing pretty good for himself, he wasn't dead yet, so that was something. he hadn't seen another person in forever though, and he was starting to loose hope. he thought maybe he really was the last living person on earth. unless maybe he was lucky and this was only happening in America. it seemed unlikely, but he hoped that everything was fine in Europe, and that his family in Germany was safe. he was currently plundering for supplies. he had plenty, really, but he wanted to be safe. just in case. he was shirtless, it was hot as hell wherever he was. he entered an old convenience store and looked around. that's when he heard something. great, another zombie to deal with. he pulled out is rifle and walked around to the aisle he heard the noise in. he immediately lowered his gun. it was a woman. she was sitting on her knees on the ground, shoving supplies into her bag. finally, maybe all hope for humanity wasn't lost. he mustered up the nicest smile he could, and greeted her in his thick German accent, his voice muffled by his gas mask.

"hallo, miss. another survivor, are you? my name is Friedrich, you can call me fritz."