What once was rain has turned to icy sleet, running down your cheeks, the back of your neck. Your hair is wet and sticks to your skin, chilling you further against the late October night. Your feet feel frozen standing in the cold mud of the woods. You know you need to find shelter quickly or you’ll certainly die of exposure. Unfortunately, your old clunker of a car broke down miles from the nearest town. Your only hope is to find an isolated farmhouse, barn, or some other building to spend the night and wait out the unexpected storm.
Marching through the woods, you make your way forward, the isolated road vanishing behind you through the thick trees. It feels as if you walk for hours. Your fingers go numb. Your feet burn. Your stomach grumbles for something to eat. Then you see it. Stepping out of the trees into a clearing, you are dwarfed by an enormous building. It looks like it was once a hospital of sorts . . . but now it is abandoned.
Gritting your teeth, you head for the door.