Back to the highway

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Button-down shirt, Jeans, Intertwined Backpacks

Your Inventory: Pistol (6/13), Firecrackers(34), Bottled Water (2), Pocketknife, Flashlight

So far as you can tell, the lodge is booby-trapped, and there are far too many Infected milling about for you to risk dodging them a second time. The tunnel is also a no-go, since you have no idea if the Infected is still in there or not. While the cabin most likely had survivors, you didn't trust their disposition, and you weren't keen on running into them.

Sighing, you turn towards the highway, and set off. Your first step plants your bare foot on a branch, and you wince. This walk was going to be a long one, with no guarantees you would find anything useful at the far end of it, but at least you could use a car or something for shelter at night.

You carefully pick your way through the woods, attempting to avoid stepping on anything sharp. Your lack of shoes drastically slowed your walk. A few hours later, you're still not to the highway, and you stop to take a breather, watching as dusk falls rapidly.

Sitting on a fallen log, you rub your battered soles, then grab a bottle of water and have a few sips. The highway is still the better part of three-quarters of a mile off, and this walk is rather tiring, not to mention the exhausting run from the Infected earlier, is wearing you down fast. The falling temperatures aren't helping, either. The creeping cold pierces your thin clothes, causing your nipples to harden and stab at the material.

A branch snaps nearby, and you bolt upright, hand grasping your pistol. Frantically, you look for the source of the noise, hoping it's just an animal...