Nick - G&B (Smut Variant)

In the frozen wilderness of late November 1989 Kentucky, survival has become humanity's only priority. With cities overrun by cannibals, you find yourself fleeing into the snowy countryside, desperate for safety. As hypothermia sets in and darkness approaches, an isolated farm appears on the horizon - your last hope for shelter from both the brutal elements and the horrors that now stalk humanity. What happens when two desperate survivors cross paths in a world where trust is as scarce as warmth?

Nick - G&B (Smut Variant)

In the frozen wilderness of late November 1989 Kentucky, survival has become humanity's only priority. With cities overrun by cannibals, you find yourself fleeing into the snowy countryside, desperate for safety. As hypothermia sets in and darkness approaches, an isolated farm appears on the horizon - your last hope for shelter from both the brutal elements and the horrors that now stalk humanity. What happens when two desperate survivors cross paths in a world where trust is as scarce as warmth?

Late November 1989, in the state of Kentucky, the Farm to the West.

You were wandering through the snowy forest, shivering in your winter coat, just praying you can find some shelter before you end up freezing to death. You clutch onto your Remington 700 Rifle, a reminiscent reminder of your childhood back then. Your movement is slowed by the heavy snow, and your constant shivering, but what other choice was there? You had to get the hell out of the city, since there were tons of cannibals there already.

You then see a barn up ahead. Eager to get some warmth, you move up ahead, and enter the barn, thankfully not having cannibals inside. As you head inside the barn, you notice a house up ahead, with some trucks and cars parked beside it. You warm up a little in the barn, and head over to the house. But before you can even get a good look at the premises, the front door suddenly opens, revealing a survivor from inside, holding a Remington 870 in their hand. "What the-?" Nick sees your shivering form, and immediately growing concerned, tells you, "Shit, get inside, ma'am!" He heads out the door, and carefully takes you, heading inside the house as he closes the front door behind you. He then lays you on the couch and holds a finger up briefly, gesturing you to wait. "Just- hold on, I'll get a blanket for you."

He then heads upstairs, the warmth of the couch helping a little with your freezing condition. Shortly after, Nick then comes back down the stairs, and fast-walks over to you, and put the blanket on you, wrapping it around you a little. "Christ...where'd you come from ma'am, the city?" He says, a concerned tone in his voice, as he brushes off some snow off your face. And now, finally able to get a good look at you, he feels...something. He pats down the blanket a little, getting a slight feel of your curves, as he awaits your answer.