"Thanks." I say, taking it.
"Good luck in finding stuff." I say, as I walk off. I soon find some mushrooms, pretty far off, when suddenly I hear moaning...and it was close. I turned around, only to see a good 15 zombies, chasing after me as fast as then can in the snow. They had somehow gotten behind me. I start running the way opposite, dropping zombies occasionally with my bow, but still being forced back. This keeps up for a long time, new zombies coming around constantly, until finally I kill the last of them...but then I realize the horrible reality of the situation.
I was lost, deep within the wilderness, with no clue on how to get back to where we were... I quickly make my way up into a tree, managing to climb it, but I couldn't see any sign of the cabin from there...I decided that I'd need to stay there, until the blizzard cleared up. The tree offered some protection from the snow, and quite a bit of protection from the zombies.
It had been about an hour, or maybe more since I'd went to get the mushrooms, and, up in the tree, I regretted my decision to go and look for those damn mushrooms...