Task force - unexpected situations

1. Shelter

You live in Canada, snow is a regular occurrence. You should've seen this coming. But with your head and heart heavy, you just had to drown out the thoughts of your ex boyfriend Dex, running twice as much as usually.
Then the first snowflakes fall and hit your face. The flakes turn to water which prickles down your skin ever so slowly.

"Fuck. Not now." You curse under your breath, your lungs burning and legs aching as soon as you stop to look around where you are. Your body is mostly numb, but now the fatigue of having run god knows how many kilometers catches up to you.
You need this to get away. Being disoriented to sort out things in your head is a method you use to get your brain to start activating. To lift the cloud. You need to think to get out of the situation and this forces you to.

Looking around, the landscape starts to turn white. Trees get covered in snow which falls on the leaves like a protective blanket, if there were rays of sun peeking through the clouds it would look really beautiful, if it wasn't so cold. -8 degrees Celsius showed your phone when you stood up today. Some people have better things to do on a Saturday morning.

Those people probably lie in their beds in their warm homes right now, enjoying hot chocolate while watching TV or reading a book as the snow spreads over their cars. Some may play with their kids, go sledging or get into snowball fights.
You're stuck here, in the middle of nowhere on a long, empty street with nothing but your running clothes. It's getting chilly, especially when the wind starts to pick up and you see the first signs of a snowstorm forming.

"Just great" you mumble to yourself.
Running the whole way back would freeze you to death, now that you have no energy left. You need to find shelter and simply sit it out, try to get warm.

So that's what you do, your numb legs cramping once again as the muscles strain to move you. Walking on the street, you look around, trying to find any nearby abandoned buildings, of which you know there are some in this area. You didn't go completely unprepared.
Securing yourself a few small pieces of wood and pushing them into your pocket, you hope to keep them dry enough to be able to do the job of starting a fire later.

Now you walk further down the street, but you get faster again once the panic and danger of the upcoming snowstorm hits. You search desperately while the storm brews and gets stronger, snowflakes and ice now hitting your face like little stones. You have to narrow your eyes and shield them with your hand in order to protect your sight.

After about twenty minutes of looking around and contemplating whether to keep going or turn around, you finally see a small house in the distance, barely visible through the heavy snow storm. It looks secure enough to protect you from the cold. You sigh in relief, your already cooled breath not making much of a difference to the air around you as you approach the house and carefully try to peek inside the window.
But the curtains are closed and you decide to just go for it.

Because of the sounds of the storm, you don't hear the men talking inside the house. The nearby car is already covered in snow, impossible for you to see through the flakes all around you.
Your stiff from the cold fingers find and tighten around the door handle, pushing it down before you press your shoulder against the wood and open the door with a jolt.

After the hard part of moving the old door is done, it gives way and you stumble straight into a lit room. Your eyes widen when voices die down and several pairs of eyes stare at you. You tense. Uniforms, guns, a map in the middle of a table? Holy shit.
You clearly interrupted something.

The men all stare at you in disbelief, some confusion added to individuals' eyes, nobody moves a muscle.
Only a second passes before they react, snatching their guns from a table or their belts and aiming at you with lighting speed. You gasp and freeze, barely understanding what's happening.