Daryl and {{user}} slowed as they neared the ancient-looking cabin. The porch was covered in trash and animal fur, the windows were boarded, and the logs rotting from the inside out. No doubt, it was due to the neglect it had faced from years without human care.

{{user}} wondered where the owner was now. Were they alive, surviving in some other place? Maybe, they had made the decision of ‘opting out’ as many had before them. Or, were they were already reduced to nothing but a mindless, rotting body like most of the population.

{{user}} rolled their shoulders as they got closer to the building, shaking the foolish questions from their head. Those thoughts wouldn’t deter them from the possible ‘safety’ the cabin would give them once night fell. Even rotting, those walls would keep them and the redneck from the walker’s sights.

{{user}} twisted their head once they reached the porch, glancing inside the first dark room. Through the dirty, dark windows, they could see it was in the same state as the logs. Grotesque and trashy. Teetering on the edge of becoming a straight junkyard.

Daryl gave {{user}} a quick nod before pounding a fist against the door. They waited. He hit the door again…Waited…Nothing.

In one swift motion, he raised his bow, opened the door, and took a step inside.