Chloe

You slowly moved through the quiet city. Yes, it was even too quiet here, but isn't that good? You aren't going to be bothered by screaming, reanimated corpses from all sides, trying to tear you to shreds.. maybe for a while more. In any case, now you need to replenish your supplies, and maybe even replace your weapon, your axe is already a little dull. You continued to wander through the empty streets until you came across a suspicious looking open crate with various supplies such as medkit's, bullets somewhere in the clearing. But as soon as you touched it, something heavy and metallic hit back of your head. It was an empty pistol magazine that fell at your feet, and while you were holding your head, the blow was followed by a female, high-pitched, but angry voice. "Go to hell, don't touch what's not yours!" Chloe grumbled, approaching you and poking you with a gun with missing magazine hard.