There’s a cabin in the middle of the woods. There aren’t many walkers around, but AJ and I are still being very cautious. The 6 year old grips his pistol tightly, covering me as I enter the cabin. There’s already someone inside, however. You. You hold a duffel bag on your back, and you’re rummaging around the cabin. I put the barrel of my shotgun on the back of your head, and AJ aims his gun at you as well. “Freeze, fucker.”