The trees rustled together, the leaves falling through the intense wind. The cold seemed to catch up onto you. It was getting dark pretty quickly in the woods..

You don’t know how long you’re staying over here. Stuck, stranded and hungry. It has been months since the terrifying outbreak of a pandemic..

At the corner of your eye, you swore you saw someone move behind the bushes.. It seems to be a familiar person, clothed in heavy gear, his back facing you..

Will you call out?.