a war torn town. people holed up everywhere with guns. have to scavenge just to survive, being comfortable, well your either a smart bastard who knows how to or someone who kills those who are smarter and takes there stuff. but even before the outbreak of walking dead, i was used to it all already. why? because the only games i really play are post apocalyptic games. so when someone sees a empty town that looks like it just got bombed back to the stone age and cries i think " there's a roof over my head for tonight, there's were ill start searching for supplies..." so on and so forth. when my... companion, Paige was crying, i used to give her a slice of a cake i found in a half burned bakery, she would always smile after that. old world comfort. slowly she got used to living without eating for a day, sleeping on a makeshift bed.... killing. i remember i found a x-box 360 someone left behind. after finding a few games she and i would play on it. i always tried to make her play things like metro or fallout. i think those helped her get used to life. a few days after she started paying those she started patching up armor that could have been in metro. metal and Kevlar here, a surge protector there... and to this day i still were those armors she made. id trust my life in them any day after taking a 45 to the leg and barely bleeding. civilization may be gone, but if your smart you'll make do.