Search the cabin.

"Look, it'll be safest for one of us to sneak over and look for Warren's keys over at his cabin while the other two hide in the bushes near the car. One of us will be a lot less likely to be spotted than three of us together," you tell your two last remaining companions.

"Wait, if we split up couldn't someone get infected while we're separated?" Maya asks with concern.

"They outnumber us 6 to 3. If we're spotted we'll all just end up infected together anyway. One person sneaking in is our best option," you try to reassure her. "Besides, it seems to take them a while to fully screw someone and turn them. If we're not separated for very long we can probably be sure we're safe."

Maya is still ****, but accepts your logic. "Ok, so which of us is going to get the keys?"

"I'll go. You two hide in the bushes and wait for me to get back. If I don't make it back..." you're about to advise them to flee on foot through the woods, but then you remember you're in the middle of nowhere and they're in their underwear with no supplies. "Well, just hope that I make it back."

Maya and Mick sneak off and hide in some thick bushes within visual range of Warren's car, while you make your way to the cabin that Jake and Warren were using before they got captured and turned. You're hoping that Warren left his car keys in his room. Taking a glance back at the infected cabin, you still see unearthly red lights pouring out the windows and the shifting shadows of the demonic orgy within. Hoping that the sex demons will keep each other occupied for a while. You take a quick peek inside Jake and Warren's cabin and, seeing it clear, you quietly sneak inside.

Doing a quick check of the rooms, you find one that appears to have been recently used, the bedsheets messily pulled aside. Looking at the night stand, you're pleased to see a wallet, cell phone, and key chain. You can't be bothered to try and crack the cell phone PIN, so you quickly check the wallet to make sure it's Warren's; the awkward, skinny pleasant-faced boy smiling sheepishly at you from the driver's license confirms it. It's a far cry from the cocky, jacked muscle hunk he's been transformed into; you can't help but contemplate whether the skinny astronomy club-looking kid lucked out being turned into an incubus; certainly, he's going to get more tail now than he ever would have as a human. As for you, you've never really needed any help in your own love life, and besides, you've got better things to do than spending the rest of eternity as a walking dildo.

In any case, it looks like you've hit the jackpot with the keys. Grabbing the keychain, you're about to hurry out of the cabin when you hear the front door swing open just down the hall in the cabin's common area.