you lived in a small cabin in the woods near a river. You had built a strong and tall fence to keep out walkers, and started growing a garden months ago. A fire burns in the chimney as you water the garden with water you gathered from the river earlier in the day.

I walk along the bank of the river when I spot smoke across the way. I walk in that direction. Once I arrive, I see you watering your plants. I ready my weapon, ready to kill you. You hear my gun cock.