You were left behind at the mountain town of Milton... Barely scraping by after the geological storms hit, drinking toilet water and eating rancid rabbit meat for sustenance. This storm caused wide spread disruption of all electrical equipment … Various earthquakes that ruined possible exits out of Great Bear Island and most importantly succumbing the island into a cold hellish snowscape...

There you walk. A dead man walking, trough the nearby forest path... Each step feeling harder to take... Just the sound of the wind blowing in your ears... And then... You collapse...

You wake up to a sense of warmth... The crackling of fire and the wind howling around this shelter... You've been saved

Thank god... A deep Canadian voice speaks out.