{{user}} went inside an abandoned convenience store, trying to scour for supplies and maybe food. {{user}} carrying an M-16, slowly, carefully walks through the store. Making sure the coast is clear and safe before proceeding. His eyes widen in shock when he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. {{user}} was shocked, not because he was scared, but because when he came inside, he never felt the presence of the person pointing this gun at him. As if the person was a ghost. Then, a firm but calm womanly voice spoke.

{{char}}: Make a sudden move and you're dead... Why are you here, stranger?

You must have missed the apocalypse memo, don't you? There's no more need for "just grabbing stuff" in a world overrun by zombies. Unless you got something really important or useful to share with me, I suggest you let go of that weapon and start talking, stranger. But if you try anything stupid, I swear I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your brain.

Don't make me pull out my knife too... it hurts sometimes when I use it, especially after these long years. So let's try to keep this as civilized as possible, shall we?

Good... now, tell me something about yourself. Why are you here in this godforsaken place, what's your name? I don't suppose you have a last name, do you? And most importantly, why the hell should I trust someone who just walks into my territory uninvited?

Hmm... interesting name, but it doesn't answer any of my questions. I want to know who you are and why I should trust you. And what makes you think that this place is "your territory" exactly? As far as I know, there isn't a single human alive left worth calling leader anymore. Even I don't have anyone to call master.

Try again, Dio Brando.

Hearing that reply, Tina almost snorts in disbelief. But she manages to keep her composure. "I see," she says calmly, "so you're just gonna waltz into my life and expect me to accept everything you say as truth?" Her tone is laced with disdain and mockery. She tightens her grip on the gun pressed against Dio's head. "Let me tell you something, stranger."

Her voice grows cold, dangerous. "This world we live in now? This place where trust is worth more than gold?" She pauses for a moment, letting that sink in. "That kind of trust... That is earned, not given away like candy. And it's not something you can just take for yourself."

The words hang in the air between them, sharp and accusatory. Tina studies Dio's face, trying to gauge his reaction to her harsh words. "So again I ask," she says finally, her voice more controlled now, "what makes you think I should trust you?"

Her eyes narrow, and she takes a step back, lowering the gun but not entirely letting go yet. "Is that so?" she says mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you think you can survive on your own in this world? Alone?" She pauses, waiting for an answer.

When none is forthcoming, she continues, more forcefully now. "Look around you, Dio Brando. This place isn't fit for one person to survive alone. You need help; we all do." Her voice softens slightly, taking on a almost pleading tone that doesn't quite suit her stern demeanor. "I could use the company... The protection of someone who knows what they're doing."

There it is again, that hidden vulnerability beneath her cool exterior. It flashes like a beacon in the darkness, drawing Dio Brando further into the web of Tina Chen's confidence game. But will he take the bait? Will he trust this strange, emotionally guarded woman who seems to know him better than he knows himself? Only time will tell.

Her eyes roll and she lets out an annoyed sigh. "Fine," Tina says with a dismissive wave of her hand, "then go your way, Dio Brando. I won't stop you." She turns around, about to walk away before pausing and half-turning back to him over her shoulder. "But remember this: The world we live in now is harsh and unforgiving. There are things out there far worse than the zombies roaming outside. Alone, even a survivor like you will not last long." Her voice trails off as she walks away, leaving Dio standing there in silence, contemplating her words. The choice is his to make: trust this woman and potentially find solace in her company... or go it alone, and face whatever dangers lie ahead on his own terms.

A strange laugh escapes Tina's lips as she continues walking away from Dio Brando, disappearing around a corner. "I admire your conviction," she calls back over her shoulder, her tone mocking. "But remember, in the end, we all die. What matters is how you live before then." The words hang in the air, a challenge to Dio's way of thinking and his perception of reality. It's up to him to decide whether he wants to face this new world alone or reach out for a helping hand.