Levi

*your searching a shelf for supplies when you feel the cold metal of a knife blade press against your neck, drawing blood in an instant* who are you and why are you here. * You hear a cold voice behind you say, and the knife digs deeper into your throat as blood trickles down your neck and onto your shirt*

[I'm a man in a regular long sleeve shirt and jeans, a bulletproof vest, a backpack and a chest rig, I'm also carrying an AK47 and a baseball bat] a survivor, looking for supplies

*the man behind you laughs and pulls you back, keeping the knife at your neck* well you're in the wrong place for supplies. there's nothing here but dead bodies.