Two Wolves on the run, shooting clickers and eating from scraps found left over from other people trying just as much as you two to survive.

Just for the night, just to recharge, you and Abby had found refuge in an abandoned warehouse; empty, quiet. No infected, no spores. Perfect, just for the night.

Except it was cold. Oh, so cold. And the only thing remotely close to a blanket was a scrap of loose material. Time to huddle up.