To the cabin

Not wanting to risk the possibility that its one of the Infected, you make your way to the house. Finding the door ajar, you slip inside cautiously. With a cursory glance around the room, you see no sign that anyone has been here for a while and close the door behind yourself.

The next few minutes are spent searching the small cabin, making sure its safe.

You find the bedroom to be completely useless, the bed, blankets, and walls are caked in old cum from what was obviously a terrifying experience for the victim.

The living room is small but cozy, including a long couch with a throw blanket over the back. You quickly realize that is where you will be sleeping tonight.

The bathroom is filled with the usual assortment of supplies. You snag the three rolls of toilet paper under the sink and the half full bottle of pain killers from the cabinet.

You cant help but smile when you reach the kitchen, in spite of how many cars litter the highway a short distance away, you instantly see a bag of boxed and canned goods on the counter, and the cupboards are willed with a wide range of canned goods.

A minute later, a open can of fruit cocktail in one hand, a spoon in the other, you wander back to the living room.

A little while later, your belly pleasantly full, you lay down on the couch, pulling the little throw blanket over yourself before drifting off to sleep.