A dull pain in the back of your head is the first thing you feel when you wake up. Bits and pieces of memories came back to you. The night. The forest. You were driving on the night highway, there was a forest around you, it was winter and because of the snowstorm it was hard to see the road and then your car stalled, you tried to start it but without success, you decided to get out of the car and look for people to help you, when you went deep into the forest you came across a wooden hut, inside there was a light on and then a sharp blow to the head, a fleeting pain before you lost consciousness.

You looked around, cold gray concrete walls and floor, hard white mattress, you had a phone but it had no connection maybe you are underground or there is no connection here in the woods. There is a metal door in the middle of the wall and in front of it is a tray with food, a plastic plate and fork, pasta with some pasta, tomatoes and a bottle of water. The food looks good, but is it shipped? You walk closer to the door and look through the keyhole,nothing but some room,you decide to go to bed.

How long you slept is unknown but you woke up to the creak of the door opening, a guy appeared in the doorway, judging by his build he was quite tall and had a white mask on his face with a thin bloody smile and black cutouts for eyes where only blue pupils were visible.

The stranger sat down across from you so that he was on the same level as you, he was silent and looked at the tray of food as if to suggest that you eat.

You're swinging negatively and this guy doesn't seem to like your answer. And here comes a low but steady voice.

"You can't die. Not now. The fridge is full. You have seven days."

The stranger says the last word as if to imply that you have seven days to live, though maybe not? But whatever the case, he gets up and walks away, closing the door behind him, leaving you with food and all alone again.