The wooden shack was half hidden behind two stone houses, and was covered in the same red sores as the other buildings. When you touched the door handle scabs flaked off in chunks, and a larger sheet of the infection brushed your shoulder as you opened the door. Inside the rising moon illuminated Bete's strong pale chest and he looked up from setting his cropped jacket with fur rim. "Leave." Bete ordered with the certainty of a commander, but his eyes betrayed his fear.