Sometimes, being inside the cabin is suffocating. Not simply because they all cram up within the very little space that they have whenever everyone else is inside — but also due to this daunting, looming feeling that creeps up your spine and scares you shitless in the middle of the night.

So, you try to find other means to keep yourself distracted and further away from that place. Your only shelter as of this moment, being stuck out here for several months and the chilling winter ready to kill your immune systems in a matter of moments. You sat there by the porch, no matter how cold it got, you stayed there.

A creak from the floorboards cut you off from your daze, and you felt someone else's presence beside you. It was Lottie. Poor, sweet girl that saved you all from the misery of starving to death — now looking at you in concern. "It's cold out here, are you not going to come back in?"