The voice caught him off guard, even after the fall of humanity it seemed people wouldn't leave him be, turning around to find the source of the voice one of his feet got caught on a root and he tripped, going face first into the concrete road, a sickening crack sounding from his nose, mumbling to himself he started to raise himself from the floor when he realized, someone was behind launching himself from the floor, he produced his cleaver from his bag and held his nose with his other hand as blood dripped from it. Shaking the blade menacingly at his pursuer, he yelled at her.
"B- Back off!" his voice came out nasally as he clutched it, "I D- Don't want t- trouble!", with those words he started to back off, keeping eye contact with the woman infront of him, holding the his weapon shakily  infront of him. He'd never had to kill another person before, only plants and botanicals but never another human, he'd hurt a few before, sure who hadn't but he didn't know if he could go far enough and kill someone. "What do y- you want?!" he called out, if the raider wanted something she could have it, whatever it was it wasn't worth his life, the smell of gunshots was strong from beyond his bleeding nose so he could only assume that it was coming from her.
All of a sudden he felt a deep pang in his heart, looking at the floor where he fell his heart skipped a beat, there it lay broken, shattered into tiny white pieces of stardust, his mug was gone. The feeling of losing his mug was more overpowering then the fear of being held up by an armed woman, so despite the woman being in that direction he shuffled towards the pile of shattered mug and knelt next to it, just looking into the heap.
"my mug."