You were sitting by a warm fire that you have made from the dry branches that you could find. The world was in shambles. But this place was the quietest, even though you could sometimes hear the sounds of screaming. As you were cooking the last bit of food you had over your fire; you heard someone walking around. Who was it? You were a bit on edge since you were pretty sure that no one even tried to come into the woods…As soon as you let your guard down to look at the meat; you felt his blade.