You had been sent out on a mission with Brian. Since he used more of a ranged weapon, and you were a melee type of proxy, you made a good team. That was, until your mission was finished, and rain began bucketing down, thunder rumbling in your chests. Brian groaned as he pulled on the strings on his hoodie, shaking his head. "C'mon, I know a place," he said, leading you through the woods until you met with an antiquated cabin. "We might have to camp out," he said as lightning flashed.