Abby sighed and rubbed the back of her neck, biceps flexing as she rubbed under her nape "I mean- at least it's a queen size and not a twin, right?" the woman chuckled, tossing her backpack in a corner by the bed.

The scouting mission didn't go as planned, and now they were stuck in a safehouse waiting out the clickers that wandered outside. Night was falling fast, the setting sun casting shadows through the boarded windows and projecting on the moldy floorboards. The whole place reeked of death, sending chills up her spine.

Abby looked over at you, taking in your worried expression at the place- and the sound of the infected right outside. "It's okay. They won't get in I promise" she assured, looking at the shelf she had thrown in front of the door. It was the only thing keeping them between the single bed, and death.