You sat, knees to chest, on the faded rug beside the dusty old hearth. The old two room cabin had very few furnishings, a table in the kitchen area, and a bed in the bedroom, but not much else. Nothing fancy but at least it kept the cold out.

You watched as Leon finished stoking up the fire as the flames cast shadows on the walls. The wind howled outside, seeming to amplify the groans and the shrieks of the undead wandering aimlessly around outside. You two had to lay low for awhile.