You REALLY needed that bed.

Your Status: Clean

Your Equipment: Clothes, Sneakers, Backpack

Your Inventory: Pistol (15/15), Box of Ammo (50), Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock

You are extremely happy to have found this bed. You're saddened that you are going to have to leave it. Still, you do. Your first act after getting up is to check outside for futas, to which you are happy to say that you see none. With that done; you move to the next step, scavenging the RV.

You search the inside as quietly as you can, but you didn't find much. The bathroom held some toiletries, which you make use of. The rest of it yielded a few things of food and water, a backpack similar to the one you already had, a flip lighter you stuff into your jeans, some spare clothes that look like they fit you, and an unopened box of those multi-popping firecrackers. You really don't want to know what this guy was gonna do in the woods.

You try making everything fit into your pack, but that fails. Carrying everything in your arms is out of the question as well, but how are you going to do this? Surprisingly, it don't take too long for you to come up with something. You intertwine the straps of the backpacks together, then lock them in place with a roll of duct tape you planned to leave behind.(That isn't happening now.) It isn't pretty, but hopefully it will work. Thankfully, you have enough room to carry everything now.

A quick glance outside again shows nothing, and you are back on your way to the lodge. The trip is pleasantly peaceful, though you do have to hide from a few Infected. At one point, you even have to duck inside a bush while one of the Infected stands not 2 feet away from you and looks right at you while you are in said bush. You hold your breath for a few moments before the Infected moves on. And the bush barely had any foliage. Seriously, are they all that stupid?

All in all, you make it to the lodge only having to toss 2 of the fireworks to draw away any decent-sized group of futas. The lodge doesn't show signs of being looted, but there is something that puts you on edge as you look at it. It's shelter, however, you decide as you push open the front doors. Empty, but the feeling doesn't leave you. You quietly approach the front deck and grab a key at random. Best to stay out of sight as you plot your next move. '205' is engraved on the key, so you head over the stairwell. You're surprised how easy this has been as you push open the door. Hopefully, that won't change anyt-ZIZIZIZIZIZIZIZIZIIZIZIZ

You don't even feel your face smacking the concrete, you're so ****.