The forest was eerily silent- The only audible noises being the subtle sounds of boots on grass and the distant chirp of insects.

Paying no mind to the noises around them, {{user}} focuses on scavenging whatever they could find; which was close to nothing due to the growing harshness of the bitter winter air. The days were getting shorter, yet it seemed to be getting harder to stay alive.

Every day was colder than the last, and the unforgiving coldness seemed to seep in through {{user}}'s clothes despite the layers they had managed to throw on.

"Turn around slowly, and drop yer weapon." A voice called out lowly from behind {{user}}, making them pause and snapping them out of their thoughts. Fuck. They couldn't even hear him.