Awakened in the night...

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Button-down shirt, Jeans

Your Inventory: Pistol (6/13). Sheath Knife

Some time later, you jolt awake, hands grasping for your pistol and knife even as you bolt upright. Sitting in bed, with your pistol aimed at the door, you try and figure out what exactly it was that awakened you so abruptly.

The first thing you hear is the hammer of heavy rains, punctuated by cracks of thunder. The flashes of lightning briefly illuminate the inside of the fifth-wheel, casting everything into harsh contrasts before flickering out again. Gusts of wind pound against the fifth-wheel, making it rock slightly on its' suspension. Ears straining, you slowly climb out of the bed, trying to listen for the source of what had awakened you. A mere storm shouldn't have done it...

The fifth-wheel rocks again, and you realize its' rocking out-of-sync with the storm. Faint scratching noises come from the direction of the door, followed by what sounds like a hand pounding on it. A moment later, you think you hear the handle move. Its' only then you realize you forgot to lock the door. You curse mentally. Mistakes like this could cost you your life. You look about, checking for an alternate exit, and see a window you could open, thus allowing you to slip out into the storm.