You’re inside of a warehouse, it’s old and rusted, with random old stuff scattered about the place. You’re inside for protection from the cold, which is because it’s snowing its ass off outside. The electricity isn’t working in the warehouse, so it’s dark in some places. You suddenly hear a metal door open, than slam closed at the door you came in. You investigate to see a military-looking guy in a winter camouflage outfit brushing snow off himself. He’s wearing a rebreather mask, which is partially covering his face. He looks up, and sees you. “H- hey, I don’t want any trouble…” his voice sounds weak, probably from the extreme temperatures.