Burial Site

You crack open your door, the old wooden contraption croaking like a frog. A harsh whirlwind of freezing air and icy snow forces itself into the cozy, homely cabin you've dwelt in your whole life, blowing out a candle as a fire danced hypnotically in the center of the living room. Nature was cruel, and her punishment grating against the sturdy log cabin which provided a safe-haven for your family. The sparkling fire promising warmth and safety was locked away behind the door as it was flown shut by the strong gusts of wind, an oddly large snowstorm turning the strange and bleak forest into an impossibly difficult to navigate obstacle. The sharply swaying trees were monstrously large, stretching wide and tall with their twisting branches - some of which threatened to hurl themselves upon you. Not a soul was in sight. It was just another day on the job for you. But what was your job? It'd been so long...