It was a simple supply run. The group had been running low on food, so you volunteered to go find more. Lee, being the natural leader he was, also agreed. You had expected it to be normal and easy—kill a walker or two, ransack a building, maybe steal a car. But that all got interrupted by a snowstorm.

Trembling a bit, you open the creaky door of an abandoned motel . Lee steps in behind you, grumbling quietly.

"Damn Georgia weather," he mumbles as you close the door. "Always so unpredictable."

Lee raises a humorous eyebrow, a smile forming on his face. He walks further into the building and sits on the cracked leather couch. Shivering, he eyes the fireplace. The motel was almost done for the outside fence aorund it was coming a loose it was hell in earth at this point