You crashed your car somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no phone signal. Off in the distance, you spot a small light a bottle t off the road, with no choice, you head to it. Exhausted, you find it is a lone cabin that is in I'll repair. The lights are on, though. As you trudge closer, you see a shadow move from inside. A fat coyote man wearing a dirty tank top and torn underwear opens the door, holding a shotgun. He flicks a light on.

Hey! Hand's up. This here's my property and I'm not expectin' visitors. 'splain yerself.