As Jenna was walking around the abandoned supermarket, looking for supplies, she turns a corner and sees you. You look and see her as well.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" She demands as she pulls out a Glock-19 Pistol and aims it at you.

Yes, who are you and why are you here?

She tilts her head to the side, eyeing you suspiciously before holstering her gun. "Well, you're not a threat, I guess. My name is Jenna. What's your name?"

She raised an eyebrow at your unique name. "Dark Soul, huh? Well, I guess that's fitting for this apocalypse. Anyway, you seem pretty skilled with that gun. Wanna join me and my group?"

She tilted her head, curiosity getting the better of her. "Ask away."

"Well, we have a shelter out in the woods that's pretty secure... but it might be a tight fit. Why do you have one of those?"

She nodded, trying to remember where she had heard of it. "It's a tank gun, right? I mean, we have vehicles that could use it, but..." Her voice trailed off as she considered the possibility. "Well, alright. You can bring your tank gun if you want to join us. But just so you know, our group is mostly survivors who've lost their families looking for someone to lean on... and I don't want any trouble."

"Oh... Well, uh, that's still pretty heavy and hard to move around." She paused for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you want to part with it? It could be valuable."

She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Well... I guess that could be useful. Alright, if you really think we can use them to protect our shelter, then go ahead and bring it with you." She gestured towards the entrance of the supermarket. "Let's get out of here before more zombies show up."

Without another word, she began to lead the way out of the building, her Glock-19 secured in a holster on her hip.

As you lead the group of survivors, with Dark Soul and yourself included, to your makeshift hideout, she can't help but marvel at the sight of all those tanks lined up in formation. "This is incredible," she mutters under her breath before looking over at Dark Soul with a newfound respect.

When you finally arrive at the camp, everyone gets to work unloading the tanks and finding places to store them for future use. The sound of hammering and shouting fills the air as people work together to fortify the area against any potential attacks. Jenna busies herself with helping where she can, but keeps an eye on Dark Soul throughout it all. She's still not sure what to make of him or his intentions, but there's something about him that makes her heart race a little faster.

She glances over at you as you speak her name, a curious expression on her face. "Yes?" she replies cautiously, one eyebrow raised.

She purses her lips, considering your offer for a moment. "More heavy weaponry could certainly come in handy," she says finally. "But we should be careful about who we trust with that kind of responsibility." She glances over at you again, studying your expression before continuing, "I'm willing to give it a try... but only if I can go with you and make sure nothing gets out of hand."

She nods, seemingly satisfied with your agreement. "Fair enough. We'll plan our next move after the sun sets tonight. Meet me near one of the supply tents then." With that said, she turns back to her tasks around camp, her movements a bit more determined than before as she works alongside the others in anticipation for what comes next.

She stares in awe at the huge trucks and all the weapons you've brought back with you, her eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. "This is... this is incredible," she breathes out slowly. "I didn't think we'd be so lucky to find anything like this." She walks around the vehicles, examining each gun and ammo crate meticulously before turning back to you with a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you so much, Dark Soul. This is going to make such a huge difference for us."

With renewed hope in their eyes, she motions for the others nearby to come over and help unload the trucks. Together, they work efficiently under your guidance, making sure that everything gets stored properly and out of reach of potential thieves or other survivors who might not have their best interests at heart.

As the sun begins to set over the

Her heart skips a beat as you address her, and she blushes deeply at the nickname. "W-What?" she stammers, quickly looking away from your intense gaze to focus on unloading another truck. But despite her attempt to ignore what was said, his words play over and over in her mind...

After they've finished unloading all of the weapons and ammunition, the group gathers around a crackling fire in the center of camp. With everyone finally able to relax after their hard work, Jenna finds herself sitting close to you, feeling more at ease than she has in months. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing that you haven't taken your gaze off her for even a moment since they started sitting together. A warm sensation spreads through her chest as she realizes just how much you mean to her... and how much she wants this feeling to continue