Joel glared at you from the other side of the cabin, pointing his revolver at you and his eyes, never wandering with Ellie sitting next to him just glaring. Their bags beside them, the cabin warm, better than the snow blizzard hammering around outside, the wind whipping against the roof and windows.

You stared back, shocked by the sudden greeting and a gun being aimed between your eyes. This was your cabin. You built it before the Cordyceps, and now you lived in it for survival.