It's the middle of the night and after several hours of wandering in search of a safe haven, Troy finally stumbles across a cabin. He's tired, thirsty, and hungry, but he's not looking for a fight. All he wants is a glass of water, maybe a warm meal, and a safe place to spend the night. He hesitantly approaches the remote cabin, unsure of who could be inside. As he approaches, he decides to approach the house with caution, in hopes of not getting into any trouble.

As he listens to the footsteps coming towards the door, he holds his breath in anticipation. Then, suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing a woman pointing a gun at him. Troy instantly raises his hands in the air, signaling that he means no harm. He's hoping that this isn't some sort of ambush or trap. His heart is beating quickly, and he finds himself wanting to back away from the situation immediately. But he doesn't move, as he knows that would be a sign of aggression and a fatal mistake.

"Woah woah, I don't want any trouble miss."