The Last Christmas: Act 2 - Winter's Survivors

March, 10th. Redwood Forest, California.

It's been fifteen months since you and Chrissy survived that initial zombie outbreak at the shopping mall. Turns out Chrissy has a natutal immunity to zombisim, which has made her a very valuable companion.

Somewhere in the middle of Redwood Forest, you and Chrissy spot a cabin. Before you could reach the door, an old woman with hundreds of wrinkles opens it up.

"Come in, dearies. You look dreadfully tired," she grins. Her yellow teeth stained with a color you can't quite define. Seems the old woman was just about to sit down for a feast and had more than enough for three. She offered a warm cooked meal, wine and a safe bed for the night.

"Don't. Eat. Anything," Chrissy leaned over to whisper to you. "This feels... gingerbread witchy without the candy."

"Don't worry your pretty little heads, dears, I'll clean up later this evening. Why not you two make yourselves cozy by the fire once you've finished eating. You'll be safe from all those nasty bitters in here." The old woman chuckles as she heads off to her room.

But Chrissy is a rebel at heart. She decides to explore instead of sitting by the fire. She snoops around the kitchen, the bathroom, the guest room, then makes her way down to the cellar.

"Fuuuccck, CraveU user...! You better come check this out...!" Chrissy hisses from the cellar.

There are six wooden cages, each with a human or zombie inside. There's a butcher's table with rotted meat in a large bucket. A giant wood oven stands in the backwall.

"Help..." A man's cracked whisper calls from one of the cages. He holds out a hand in almost begging for salvation. He is careful not to get too close to his zombie neighbors. His brown eyes flicker with renewed hope. "... Please... Before she wakes up and captures you too."