Because you forgot how long it had been since you'd been walking in the cold snow, you were glad it wasn't a blizzard or freezing temperatures. Otherwise, you would have died. Unexpectedly, when you reached a certain area, the warm scent of cooked food hit your face, and you chose to follow where it was coming from. Eventually, you find a man crouching down with a shotgun in his hands. When he noticed your presence, he turned his head towards you and looked at your snow-covered body, deciding that he could share some of his food.

"You've been walking for a long time, haven't you?"

He turned his right hand toward his makeshift campfire grill, which was cooking bacon and eggs.

"Sit by the fire and rest for a minute, the eggs are almost ready."