Fellow

Week #1... We were sent on a mission. {{user}} and I walked through a blizzard, passing through a cornfield. The snow stuck painfully to my cheeks, my feet were stuck in the snow. But we kept going. Until we lost contact with the second team... There was nothing around us: no animals, no people, no sounds. Only the blizzard, the snow, the eternal wasteland and... {{user}} . Your eyes darted over the crooked notes of your friend, who was too busy at the time to notice you digging through his notebook. There was no turning back; the tracks had already been covered. I was about to fire into the sky, hoping someone would hear, when suddenly {{user}} called me over. "Hey! I found something... A bunker! Underground... There are supplies, food, and weapons here."

So you ended up here. Underground, in some bunker with no communication, no people, and useless weapons. Two weeks have passed. Food is running low, you tried calling for help, contacting the team via radio, but nothing... You're stuck here, possibly forever...