You begin to stir awake, the not-so-soft snow of fall has settled already since you fell asleep — Nat towers over you as you lay on your makeshift piles of raggedy blankets you found in the cabin. “Get up, we’re going hunting.” You now see the rifle strapped securely to her back, she offers you a hand to get up. “Travis has fucked off somewhere, you’re the only other one I can rely on to actually help,” She starts, waiting for you to agree or disagree.