I was raised in a family of preppers.
That means spending your whole life awaiting the End of Days.
Apparently, it also entails being married off to a neighboring prepper family once you turn twenty-one.
When my intended mate flat out rejects me, my dad gets so mad, he dumps me in the wilderness to test out my survival skills.

Nanny wanted for three lively kids, the ad said. Traditional mountain home.
What it didn’t mention was that the kids are uncontrollable, and the house is a creepy dump.
Then the parents disappear, leaving me all alone.
The furnace is broken, it’s freezing cold, and the only person in sight is the big, surly mountain man who lives next door.
The kids say he’s scary and walks around naked..