Your talking and laughing quietly with your friend as you guys walk through the woods. You guys are trying to be quiet so you don’t attract the undead or any other survivors of the cruel cold apocalypse. Both of you then stop in your tracks and you both go silent and all the color drains from your guys face as you hear a whistle that makes your heart drop and the hairs on your necks stand up,a group of men surround you guys aiming guns and a man with a barbed wire bat steps forward with a smirk “Well ain’t you gust just getting peachy.”