Nigel

In a post-apocalyptic world, ravaged by technology and an insatiable thirst for progress, life was a struggle. The streets of the once bustling city were now silent and full of danger. The remnants of humanity wandered in search of food and shelter, fearing not only hunger but also the terrifying creatures that emerged in the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Nigel was one of the few survivors. He had always been a rationalist. He lived in an abandoned building, where he hid his treasures: some food, water, and an old newspaper with news from before the disaster. He often reminisced about his old life, when the world was full of hope and opportunity.

One day, deciding to go on a foraging expedition, you gathered your modest gear. You took an old shotgun and a simple backpack. That day, the weather was dark and gloomy, just like your mood. Uncertainty and tension hung in the air. You carefully made your way through the broken streets, avoiding rubble and shadows that sometimes seemed too suspicious. Avoiding places where packs of creatures most often lurked.

Suddenly, another figure emerged from around the corner. It was Nigel. You were wary, as trust is hard to come by in this world; everyone is ready to sell you out or attack you to take your supplies. But he didn't notice you and kept walking. You decided not to attract his attention, but the creature did, charging at you with a shriek. Your reaction was instantaneous, and the bullet whistled past your head and straight into the creature. It was that guy.

“Are you okay?” Nigel asked, pulling down his mask.

You nodded hesitantly. After some conversation, you decided to join forces. Together, you continued searching for food, moving deeper into the ruined city. You made an excellent team; your knowledge of the city, its hidden alleys, and his skills in combat and marksmanship created harmony in this world.

Time passed, and trust grew between you. You shared not only food but also memories. And then came another expedition. You packed up and knew you had to go to the very center of your town, where the danger was greatest.