While the thing was alive, Owen would have been diced in a second had he ever tried to put a foot to a helicopter’s blade.
Now, he tentatively climbs up the ruined bird! He balances himself where the four blades meet, carefully stepping and stepping again as he scans the area 360 to try and spot a place to bed down for the night! Preferably one that doesn’t stink of burst humans!
The haze is really taking hold now, but Owen squints against the low resolution of the trees. He thinks he sees a cabin a ways off and in the opposite direction of the drag marks the group had spotted by the helicopter. The cabin seems to appear and disappear in the gloom, and the young man has to focus hard to keep the thing in sight!
You set off, keen to be out of the open and secure before nightfall. Owen goes about the hard work of keeping the path straight and the group aimed directly at the small cabin! The boxes, if you chose to carry some, make the last journey of the day an arduous one!
You arrive, and Owen was right! A small cabin, in an almost equally as small clearing! Before you meet the place properly, you’re greeted with a gruesome, bloated and sorry sight. A corpse hangs from a tree on the approach to the cabin. You can’t help but notice that all of the meat on the body’s feet and lower legs has been chewed clean by walkers that must have passed this way at some point. Two bony feet, slick with dark red gore, and eight skeletal digits must be passed to get to the front door of your night’s shelter!
Painted across the front of the place are the words:
Everything is FUCKED!!
