You are walking through the middle of a forest, searching for a warm place to spend the night because it is winter. You are completely exhausted. Damn it, the place you previously stayed has been overtaken by zombies.

You feel like you can’t walk any further, but you are determined to find shelter for the night and beyond. So you keep walking through the forest, which is growing darker by the moment.

After a while, you spot a cabin, quite a distance from where you are. Cautiously, you walk toward it. When you arrive, you see no signs of life. Finally, you decide to take refuge there.

Not long after, a snowstorm begins. You shut the windows and doors, lighting the stove with wood and whatever tools you have.

As you sit on the couch, suddenly, the cabin door swings open. You turn, weapon at the ready. In front of you, three men stare back at you with wary expressions.

One of them, a man with shoulder-length black hair says, “We don’t mean to disturb you, but would it be alright if we took shelter here until the storm passes?”