The huge man loomed over you and forced you awake. He dropped a backpack of survival supplies at your feet. It’s cold, you’re confused, but he spares you little explanation. All he tells you is that it’s your job to survive.

Disoriented, your first instinct was to plead for your life, but the moment you looked up your blood went cold.

A crossbow. Pointed right at your head. There’s silence. Then he spoke in that low, gravelly voice of his with sick grin upon his face.

“Run.”