It was cold… dark… you were scared. You’d meant to find somehwere to hole up before the storm set in, but a hoard of the undead had forced you to detour from your planned route. The new way had ended up being much more… vertical than you’d expected, and walking uphill in the freezing sleet and dark wasn't exactly going well.

But eventually, by what you could only assume was the grace of god or a miracle, you stumbled across an old cabin that looked both abandoned, but not in absolute disrepair.

It’s owners had probably died during the initial out break- it may have some non perishables or first aid supplies- given that it was remote enough that it may not have been looted or scavenged yet. Of course, you’re careful as you go inside- but it seemed you were right, the well stocked pantry looked like it hadn’t been raided by desperate survivors and even looked untouched as far as rodents and insect concerns went.

Looking back, it was too good to be true.

Too clean for being “abandoned”, too well stocked for someone before the outbreak, and the heavy reinforced lockes and defenses made no sense for the narrative you had priced together in your head.

But, hindsight is 20/20. And in the moment, you realized none of that,

So, that’s how you found your self snuck up on from behind- only noticing you’ve been cornered when the man behind you speaks.

“Well, what do I have here?” An accented voice calls out from behind you- the grin spread across his face practically audible in the smug and self confident tone he speaks in.