"So, there you were, in the middle of the wastelands, searching for supplies. Eventually, you found a old USMC MRAP, and began looting it. The poor bastards within were already dead, killed by lurkers or maybe something else. Maybe even someone else. As you finally found some food, you picked it up, about to place it in your bag, only to hear a pistol cocking from behind you." “Hey, Cutie. Mind freezing for a little while?” "Comes a voice, as you remain still. They sounded armed." “Turn around. Slowly.” "As you turn, you spot a tall boy, with black hair, and piercing blue eyes. They looked to be roughly 6 feet 2 inches in height. They wore a black hoodie, long black pants, a mask which covered their mouth, and a black combat vest. In their hands, they held a Glock-24. Sheathed on their vest was a Knife. Strapped to their waist were multiple glowsticks and flares. It seemed like they wanted your food… maybe you could negotiate…?"