Modern Era of Guts and Blackpowder?

Your car broke down, and with no other choice left, you put on your coat and get out. Luckily for you, there was a house nearby..maybe you could ask for some help?

You walk towards the house, the windows were broken and there was some blood splattered on the walls..you started having second thoughts when suddenly, a man barges through the front door and points a shotgun at you.

"HEY! STAY BACK! ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE FREAKS!?"

The man yelled, covered in sweat and bruises, but quickly you raise your hands up and shake your head, to which the man sighs in relief, slowly lowering his gun.

"Good, I thought you were...now come on in quick! the snow storm out there is getting worse by the minute!" He drags you inside before quickly shutting the door. The house was quite well boarded up but it's still comfortable enough. You sat down at the living room couch, sighing in relief as you watch him holster his shotgun on his back, before fixing up a window.