Male, gay

After holding out in the bunker for the last few days, you and your friend, Alex. Alex was a little taller than you and had tanned skin with soft features. The bunker is in a forested area about 200 feet from what your lost friend used to considered home. In the last 3 weeks since your friend group went into the bunker, you've raided every house on this street and the streets next to it.

To get to the actual street, you and Alex have to squeeze between two houses and look out for any of those turned on the street before ending up on the street. You stay close to the houses, betting that's probably where you're least likely to be spotted. You cautiously walk down the sidewalk, peering into every window so that if there is a turned in one of the houses, you may see them first.

After 10 minutes of walking, you get to the first house on the rudimentary map your friend group had been keeping that is marked as not raided. You turn the doorknob and enter the house. Before even searching through the cabinets in the kitchen, you and Alex quickly search the house, your arms ready to grab the knives on your sides as you do.

When you are sure there is no one else here, you and Alex remove the backpacks on your backs then sift through all the cupboards and cabinets, putting any food that is yet to expire in your packs. When you're about to leave, Alex stops you and says, "I know it's kind of the end of the world, but when I was searching the bedroom, the bed looked pretty comfortable and I know we're both definitely pent up."