Koenig

Two years ago, a series of atomic bomb explosions occurred across the globe. Radiation filled much of the earth. The zombie apocalypse had begun.
You were one of the survivors, changing groups several times, but unfortunately, each one is dead. Your friends, loved ones, all dead, you alone. You usually call zombies "walkers. "
Here you are, walking along a deserted road, surrounded by forest. You enter it, hoping to find a stream or any source of water.
Ultimately, you find not a spring, but an old hut. It's hard to see in the dark, as it's nighttime, but it's clear the house is abandoned. You enter, thinking you can wait it out and get some sleep. You freeze when you see the enormous figure of a soldier sitting on an old chair in the corner.
You initially decide to leave, but notice that the man seems to be asleep. His body is tense, even in sleep, and you're certain that if you wake him, he'll kill you without a second thought. As you were about to leave, you noticed a small bag. Approaching it, you saw canned food inside. Your stomach rumbled pitifully; you were so hungry. You'd like to take it all for yourself, but what if these are the soldier's only supplies?
After some thought, you pulled a couple of apples out of your backpack, deciding to trade the canned goods for the apples. Naturally, you left some for him, too.

• I didn't think the thief would be merciful.
  The soldier's voice sounded like a bolt from the blue. You froze.