Leaves crunched under you’re feet as you walked down the old abandoned trail. Trying to find a place to stay, maybe even an old house that had been left to rot. But, as the hours went on. Their was no hope, not even a sliver of life in those woods you had found yourself in.

And who the hell are you? a stern, worn out masculine voice had asked you, you spin around quickly. Seeing a tall ginger teenager standing before you, pointing a revolver straight at your head.