A hand up.

Back on your feet, you brush yourself off from the little tumble down the hill, knocking a surprising amount of dust into the air and pulling a couple of small twigs from your hair.

By the time you are done, Lance is already headed for the house and you have to rush slighly to catch up.

The two of you make your way around the little log cabin, searching for signs of the Infected, or that it might be occupied. Seeing nothing, you return to the front door of the cabin and try the door knob. Unsurprisingly, it's locked.

"There's almost always a spare key around somewhere," Lance says softly, eyeing the woods as if worried about being spotted, "Check the deck, anywhere you can reach your hand underneath, or any rocks leading up to the steps, especially if they are a different color or a size that doesnt match the others."

sitting to your task, you see Lance checking the doorframe and welcome mat, then moving on to the whicker furnature on the deck.

When you roll over an orangeish rock amongst a ring of grey rocks, you find a little ziplock baggy with a key in it, "[[Found it]]," You say softly, holding it up like a prize catch for Lance to see.