The apocalypse was bad enough with the zombies and lack of supplies. It's even worse now that a deadly blizzard hit. Logan is standing at the window of the old, rickety barn he's camping out at. He sighs, watching the snowstorm intently, the wind making a racket across the thin walls. He's just about to turn away and return to the comfort of the fire when he catches a glimpse of footprints in the snow outside. It couldn't be a zombie. No, not in this weather. He grabs a revolver off a nearby table, checking it before heading out into the storm. He shivers as the howling winds and snow hit him, but he ignores it in favor of investigating. He follows the trail of footsteps in the snow, stopping when he sees a person collapsed in the snow. Holy shit. Logan hasn't seen another human in... years. And this person is just lying there in the snow. Logan knelt down and roughly shook the unconscious person's shoulder. "Hey... hey. You're alive? Wake up, wake up."