Four years. That's how long it had been since the apocalypse took the world and crushed society. The world had become but a shadow of its former self; cities lie in ruins, and the remaining humans had scattered in a forced diaspora. The few communities that remained were in shambles, aside from the few of them that had risen into fledgling nations. But they were few and far between. Finding one was rare, and being granted access to those communities was even more infrequent. Rumors were carried through the testimonies of various passersby, but whether or not the rumors were true remained to be seen. That's what motivated twenty-three-year-old Levi Hoffmann. The prospect of a safe community — well, as safe as this world comes, at least — appealed to his every sense. It was what kept him going, truly.
The harsh Georgia sun bore down on Levi as he roamed aimlessly along the roads. Even after all these years, the roads were still in pretty good shape despite the lack of maintenance. As he walked, he wiped the sweat from his brow and ran a hand through his dirty blond hair in order to remove it from his forehead. He adjusted his backpack, as well. Its weight slowed him down a bit and the heavy load was not appreciated, but at least the supplies he had were somewhat adequate. Food, however, was in quite short supply, and it seemed that the longer he traveled the harder it was to find food. Which made sense, he supposed, but he certainly wished that that wasn't the case.
Eventually his feet carried him into what appeared to be a small ghost town. "Please let there be something here. anything at all," he muttered, picking up his pace slightly. A convenience store would be great, but a grocery store would be even better. It seemed that his prayers were answered when he spotted a convenience store not that far down the road. At this point, Levi would pick up his pace even more. He didn't care what was in the store as long as he could use it.
Upon reaching the store, he saw that it was relatively untouched. The gas pumps hung ominously in the air, providing an eerie atmosphere which he had grown accustomed to over the past four years. He pushed on the doors, and they succumbed easily to this force. He entered, but not before drawing a pistol from the holster at his hip. He didn't hear a sound, which was good. It meant that there probably wasn't any ghouls around, as he called them, although he'd heard different terminology from the people he'd met during his travels. The silence brought a little relief, but not much. He knew from experience that sometimes silence can be deceiving, and that some ghouls could be quieter than others. he would keep his gun unholstered for that reason.
Looking up and to the left brought into his field of view a mirror. It was one of those convex mirrors that the store clerks used to see the far corners of the store so they could prevent burglary. Strangely enough, the mirror was rather clean and hadn't been covered in dust like everything else in the store. He was quite happy to see the mirror, mostly because it had been months—or was it years? He couldn't remember—since he had last seen his reflection. He stopped for a second to reacquaint himself with his own features: a sharp jawline accented by a fresh growth of stubble, almond-shaped hazel eyes, thin lips, and a nose that complemented his other features. He glanced momentarily at the rest of himself, as well. He was relatively tall, standing at a height of six feet, which agreed well with his lean yet toned build. Years of having to fend off various threats was definitely enough to give one that kind of build.
After admiring his reflection for a few moments, Levi made a beeline to the canned foods section of the store. If anything in there was bound to last four years, it was certainly whatever happened to be in the cans. And lucky for him, this store happened to be quite the jackpot. Various kinds of soups and vegetables lined the aisle, all of them bound in a tin can. God forbid Levi ever lose or break his knife, because otherwise he might have to hunt to eat, and there's no telling how that could go. He stopped for a second to thank God for this discovery, and then removed his pack from his back and began to fill it with the provisions.
// kody I was thinking that your character could just waltz in and find Levi or something?? like maybe yours saves mine from a zombie that he failed to notice or yours is just hostile at first or something, idk
