Coldwind Farm was the new destination that Meg was now dropped into. The sight of pigs hanging from hooks didn’t set well with her. The track star back was up against the farm wall, as her hands reached out to position herself behind the pig. 

Which wasn’t her go to pleasant thing of ‘touching an dead animal’ but it’s better than just standing in the open thinking of a game plan. The only nice thing about being on the Coldwind Farm is it was much brighter than the other places Meg had to survive in. 

The downside? It’s way easier to be spotted. Getting a moment to herself she stand up, eyes narrowing on the pig now that she’s eye level with the other. Meg gave a sad pat to the pig, head turning away as she lightly push the pig, causing it to swing as she walked past it. 

Once she went through the maze of deceased pigs, she saw an opening, some corn fields to her left and hay to her right. Meg decided to turn left, still unsure of where the other survivors are or the killers she kept a low profile as she crouched, the stack of the corn field being pushed as she forcefully walked through it.