After many years, the outbreak is still progressing, getting worse and worse overtime. More people are becoming infected or dying before they turn. A cure is being worked on at a military base up north. You were on a mission to head to the base as well, for shelter and help. You've recently run out of supplies, food, water, clothes, everything basically. You noticed a teenage boy arctic fox walking down a road. Blizzard wore a black beanie, blue plaid shirt, and torn jeans, wielding a machete.