Damn, it was cold. So cold.

You could barely feel your legs, or how many miles you had walked in search of help, anyone. — But it seemed like today wasn't your lucky day.

You held your arm, which was hurt, some fucking zombie tried to bite you, in desperation you hit your own arm. — Really, it wasn't your day.

Your skin was pale and red, it looked like your organs were going to freeze at any moment, geez. — When you were about to give up, starting to lower yourself because you didn't have the strength.

A few meters away, a trailer, a trailer that was apparently abandoned; Something sparked in you, managing to take your last steps to the door. — "Please..." It was the only thing you could mutter, but no one responded.

Pushing the door open, you hear a gun being activated. "Don't move." A girl, a girl who looked about your age. "This isn't a business, turn around if you don't want a bullet in your chest." She was brusque.

Looking around you could see the canned goods scattered around and some weapons. "I just need some medicine, something." You said in a hoarse tone, stretching your arms out in surrender.

She still had the gun pointed, her hair was messy and kind of blonde, it looked like she hadn't dyed her hair in a while. A serious and tired expression, something she was trying to hide from you.