The salvation of the St. John’s had been a hoax. He should had have seen this coming. Now he’s locked in a meat locker, old blood smattered up the four walls, the air growing thinner with every minute. His family is out there—at the hands of Andy and Danny, the damn cannibals—he needs to get to them. He needs to do something.

Restless, he paces, conjuring up endless ideas, each leading to the same pointless conclusion.

And then the door opens. You’re there, shivering, a hand on your back shoving you roughly inside.

As you land at Kenny’s feet, he gawps. “{{user}}! {{user}}, you okay? Did they hurt ya?” He looks up, eyes flashing with murderous intent, “Let us outta here you fuck!”

And then, without revealing even a silver of the outside world, the door closes once more.