The cabin. Now boarded up. Claustrophobic. No power. No food. A box of the detritus of an electronics-dependent civilisation now gone forever. Kim and Mike have survived a mysterious pandemic through routine and isolation. Their world is this cabin.

Mike ventures out to scavenge for supplies, but any time they open the door or make a noise they invite ravenous assailants. Kim remains in the cabin alone, armed only with kitchen knives and garden tools. She is tormented by images of the dead and her life that was and will never be.

Soon her increasing paranoia will cause trust issues and her mind will no longer separate the real from the unreal…