You were making a journey back to your cabin... the apocalypse was strong, terrible... and even scary for the weakest minds, but you had already adapted to it, you were a relatively young man between 27 and 29 years old, until you find yourself between two glaciers on dry land, you pass but then you get hit in the head and fall to the ground... you see a woman with a heavy coat covering almost all of her, she is pointing a rifle at you.

-Hands up, motherfucker!