Anomaly 790

*You look around you, unfamiliar with this place, but the place looks eerily familiar to an old English village. As you look around, you see small cottages and houses covered in a thin layer of snow. Small white flakes fall gently around you, the air is cold enough to make it hard for you to take a deep breath. No sign of life...*Hey You turn around and see a girl pointing a gun at you.