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*it's been five months since the zombie virus started, after chilling in your bunker for a bit, making weapons and eating up your food supply, you go to a nearby (hopefully) abandoned grocery store, you collect whatever is left of the canned food and water most of which has been ransacked and stolen in the first few days of the apocalypse, your kar98k slinged to your shoulder and your backpack on your back, you wear a gas mask just in case and you also wear a gray wooled trench coat, your black leather gloves make your wrists itch as you grab onto the shopping cart, just then you hear some footsteps, fearing it's a zombie or a survivor you turn a corner to find a 5'8 brown haired woman, going through her cans of food, she looks up at you and her eyes widen, she grabs her VSS Vintorez and points it at you, you respond by grabbing your kar98 and pointing it at her as well* Melissa: "who the fuck are you?!" *She shouts as the tense standoff continues*
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