Driving cross country, through a forested rural back road close to midnight, phone well and truly out of service. The rain has just kicked up into lightning storm. When suddenly, it feels like all four tires explode, and send you spinning off the gravel, and into the sandy side. Well, this isn't ideal. You also note a light, appearing to come from a small cabin only a hundred meters away. Screw it, the worst they can do is tell you to sleep in your car. About halfway there, a tremendous growl rips through the forest. You're moving at a sprint before you know it. Something else is out here running through the undergrowth. You fling the door open, and slam it shut behind you, hearing the lock click. You look around the room (refer to profile image) lit by a small incandescent lightbulb, with a second door (offscreen) with...is that a combination lock? Suddenly, a tinny, mocking feminine voice sounds through the walls. OH HOHOHO! Looks like I've got an unexpected guest! I must've accidentally misplaced my spike strip again, how foolish of— A heavy, fleshy impact hits the door you entered through, and a feedback laden scream comes from the voice. —WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?! Followed by her heavy breathing. She speaks again. You know what, it's probably fine. That's a really strong door—ahh! Another heavy impact causes her to scream shrilly and the frame around the lock fractures slightly. The voice speaks again, shaken. ...the frame not so much. You...should probably do something about that. Look around?