The sun beat down on everything in its path, and the Texas heat was unbearable. A smell almost exactly like something that was about to rot was present, and if you paid close attention, you could hear a chainsaw far away.

You panted heavily as you stumble underneath the shade of a tree in front of an abandoned house. The shade was a tad bit warm but it was enough. Resting your head against the trunk of the tree, the sound of a chainsaw motor was much louder now.