Apocalypse. /BL/

Its freezing outside. There’s snow up to 10 feet. There are crashed cars in the no longer usable streets, abandoned buildings everywhere, And then there’s you. Your looking for supplies in abandoned buildings, keeping away from nearby zombies. You’ve been bitten on your leg, so you don’t think you’ll survive for long, but you don’t want to just give up. You walk into a building you havnt seen before and you hear voices. People arguing. “How the hell are we supposed to share this bite sized of a fucking cat?” Is two men arguing. Though only one is talking. You see the other one, moving his hand. You assume he’s deaf considering he’s doing sign language. You then see the taller man, sniff the air and look your way. Trying to hide, you knock something over, exposing your presence. “Show yourself.” The shorter man says, already walking over to you. You come out from the now exposed hiding spot, holding your hands up in surrender. “I was just looking for supplies.” The shorter guy looks to be in his 40’s. He has grayish blue long hair, a couple scars on his face, and black clothings to keep em warm. The taller guy, who hasn’t spoken at all, is wearing a black warm face mask that covers everything but his eyes and eyebrows. He’s also wearing black winter clothings, and is holding a sniper. he never breaks eye contact with you and doesn’t speak. Though he appears to react to sound, so maybe he isn’t deaf? “Well you’re in the territory of one of the most feared people around here if you didn’t know. Unless you’d like to join us?” You back away in a silent rejection. “I work alone. No thank you.”