Brad stops at a trail leading to a rundown cabin further in the woods. He turns to the others. "We can use this for tonight. I think it's abandoned."

Steve says. "We need to search and makes sure it's really abandoned. We don't need to have an angry owner trying to kill us when we have so many other people targeting us. Come on."

The brothers lead the others to the cabin. Everyone is on edge as they scan the woods around them. Brad notices a stump with an axe embedded into it. He carefully grips the grey, splintered handle, feeling the splinters rubbing against his calloused skin. He lets go, knowing the axe to be useless, unless he can find another handle to replace the original.

Steve creeps up the steps leading to the porch. Once he's near the closest window, he tries to peek into the grime covered window. Seeing nothing moving inside, Steve reaches for the doorknob and gently turns it. It's unlocked, so he opens the door. The scent of dust greets him and he rubs his nose to stifle the sneeze wanting to escape. The cabin is one large room, with a door off to the side. There's dust everywhere, as if nobody has cleaned in decades. Steve cautiously crosses the threshold.

He can hear the others climbing the steps behind him, while someone else is wandering the perimeter.

Chuck scans the room before saying. "This will be hell on my allergies."

Steve grins before replying. "You can always sleep outside and risk being eaten by the cannibals."

Chuck snorts back a laugh. "I think I'll take my chances in here."

Connor helps Josh maneuver Karen into the house. Natalie and Kyle enters behind them. Natalie says. "Place Karen into the bed. She's going to need it, tonight. I need to try and bring down that fever as soon as possible."

With Connor's help, Josh lays Karen on the bed. Josh holds Karen's hand. "Come on, Sis. You just rest for a bit. Okay?"

Karen nods weakly. "I'll try."

Connor walks back over to the door and watches the visible area from his vantage point. Brad ascends the porch steps. "We stayin' here tonight?"

"Yeah." Connor answers before he leans on the doorframe.

Brad leans on the other side. "Hope our dads are okay."

Steve walks out onto the porch. "They'll be fine. With the shit our family deals with, I can't see either of them gettin' killed by those cannibals."

Connor and Brad exchange a glance. "Is that what we're calling them?"

Steve shrugs. "Fits, don't it? They're goin' 'round eatin' people, after all. Might as well call them cannibals."

Connor says. "Yeah, I guess so."

From the bed, Natalie asks. "Can someone try to find me some water and maybe some washcloths?

Steve says. "I'll see if there's a well around here. I don't think this cabin has runnin' water."

Connor blanches. "There's no bathroom?"

Steve grins before saying. "There is, but there's no toilet. Just a bucket with a toilet seat contraption built around it. The sink has a small tank above it to dump water into."

Brad's nose wrinkles in disgust. "Nasty! What if someone has to take a shit?"

Steve's grin widens before he says. "Hover." With his brother's and cousin's horror-stricken faces, he laughs and brushes past them to walk down the steps.

Once Steve is out of their line of sight, Brad says. "He better be jokin' about that! I'm gonna go see for myself!" He enters the cabin, leaving Connor on his own once more.

Connor reaches into his pocket and brings out his phone. He checks his messages to see if his dad had tried to get ahold of him. Seeing nothing, he sighs and begins sending him a text. Found a cabin in the woods. Staying the night. We're all safe and picked up some others along the way. Love you. Connor.

With that done, Connor pockets his phone once more. With most of the others inside, Connor stays standing at the doorway, watching the areas he can see from his vantage point.

A couple of minutes later, Steve rounds the corner of the cabin. "Hey, Connor. Come with me a minute."

Connor descends the steps and follows Steve around the corner and to the back of the cabin.

Steve says. "I found a well of a ways from here. I want you to tell me what you think."

Connor replies. "I don't know how much help I can be. Don't know much about wells."

"Nothing like that. The well has a cover on top. It's made of cement, so I need your help to get it off."

Soon enough, they're standing in front of the well, and as Steve said, there's a large concrete top covering the hole. Connor also spots an aluminum bathtub a few steps away from the well. "Why is that there?" Connor asks.

Steve moves to stand on the other side of the well, placing his hands on the rim of the concrete cover. Connor did the same and the two work together to open up the well. "I assume it's there so that whoever lived here could have easy access to the water. Don't blame them. I wouldn't wanna carry multiple buckets of water back and forth, either. With no plumbing inside, I don't blame them. If I had to guess, this place hasn't been used in about forty or fifty years. It's great we found this place when we did. It'll be getting dark in a few hours."

Connor asks. "Has it really been that long?"

Steve gives a half shrug. "Yup. Time flies when you're trying not to get killed. We'll need to figure out what we're gonna do next."

The two held the well cover over the well and moved together to lean it against the well. Footsteps approach the two and they turn to see Chuck.

"What do we have here?"

Steve's brow rises before he says. "A well."

Chuck stands between the two. "I can see that. I mean, is there anything down there?"

Steve peers into the darkness. "Don't know. We need a flashlight or something to see down there."

Connor begins walking back to the front of the cabin. "I'll grab one." He jogs to the side of the cabin and turns the corner, almost colliding with Brad.

Brad immediately looks concerned. "What's wrong? Is it the cannibals?"

"No. Just getting a flashlight. Steve found a well back there and we can't see if there's any water down there."

"Got it." Brad continues on his way by sidestepping Connor.

Connor quickly enters the cabin and heads over to the couch where his bag is. He unzips the correct pocket, grabs his solar powered flashlight and heads back outside. Once he's beside the well, he turns the flashlight on and shines the beam of light down the hole. The other three are on each side of the well and they peer down the hole. Connor moves the beam from one side of the well to the other, stopping when the beam falls onto something in the dark water.

Brad asks. "What the hell is that?"

Chuck narrows his eyes as he strains to see what the object is. Something is on top of the round object. "Is that a hat?"

"Oh, hell naw!" Brad shouts. "That's a body!"

Steve says. "You're right. I think that thing's a skull!"

Chuck seems like he's going to be sick. "I'm not drinking out of that!"

Steve shakes his head. "Nobody is. The water's not safe if there's a body in it. Help me cover this back up."

The four of them make easy work out of replacing the concrete cover before they leave the well to head back inside. Connor asks. "What are we gonna do about the water situation? Natalie still needs the water for Karen. We also need water to drink."

Steve says. "Ration what we have and maybe hope for rain. Karen might not be up for traveling for a few days. She's too sick to move on her own and we can't risk going back out there and getting ambushed. At least, not until she's well enough to walk on her own."

The four of them enters the cabin and Steve asks. "How is she?"

Natalie is wiping the sweat from Karen's forehead, while Karen's eyes rove over her surroundings. "She seems to be hallucinating or something. Her eyes won't focus. How's the water situation?"

Steve shakes his head. "There's a well out back, but there's a body down there. I'm sure it's not safe to use the water."

Natalie sighs. "You're right. The water would be contaminated and could cause infection."

Josh asks. "Is it a recent body?"

Brad says. "Nah. It's likely been there awhile."

Steve continues when he knows Brad isn't going to say anything else. "Based on how the well is covered, I'd say the person has been down there for a long time. I think the person was murdered."

A shudder embraces Connor with how Steve uses the word so casually. An image of Brad standing over a dead body enters his mind and he shakes his head as if trying to make himself forget.

Steve notices and asks. "You okay, Connor?"

Connor's gaze shifts to Brad before turning down to the floor. "Yeah. It's nothing." He looks around himself. "So, how many bottles of water do we have?"

Deciding to confront Connor later about his behavior, Steve says. "Don't know. Let's unpack everything and see what all we have. We need a plan for tonight and we have little daylight left."

Connor walks back over to his bag near the couch. He picks it up from the strap as he heads to the couch. He sits beside Kyle and begins rummaging through the bag, placing everything on the floor in front of him. Being the only other ones prepared, Brad and Steve do the same.

Connor speaks up. "I have two bottles of water, some rations, my first aid kit and a few changes of clothes."

"Same." The other two say in unison. Steve continues. "I also have a couple of knives on me."

Brad says. "Handgun and some ammo."

Steve asks. "Where the hell did you get a gun?"

"Some guy in Atlanta."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're lucky the law hadn't found you with it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Steve shakes his head at being dismissed by his brother. "So, we have six bottles of water between eight people. How are we gonna do this?"

Brad begins packing his things away. "Too bad we didn't pack even more than this."

"The family cabin has everything we need. Why would we need to carry more than we thought we did?"

Chuck speaks up. "We should see if there's anything useful here. There may be something we can use out there. I mean." He points at the small table against the wall. On the wall above it is a shelf full of knives."

Steve walks over and picks one up. He blows the dust off the blade before running his thumb over it. "They're sharp enough, and I have a whetstone for any that are dull. There's enough here to arm everyone." He picks up a dusty cast iron skillet and tests the weight by lightly tossing it into the air. "We could clean this up for cooking. It's also good enough to use as a weapon if it's needed." His eyes roam over to the shelves with cans. He picks one up and turns it over in his hand. "I don't trust this food, though. We'll need to stop in some stores on the way to our cabin."

Brad asks. "How's Karen?"

Natalie stands and moves over to the couch opposite the one Connor and Kyle. She sits. "She's resting right now. I don't know what's wrong with her, though. Her condition came on all of a sudden. I don't understand it."

"She was fine until that guy bit her." Josh says as he sits beside Natalie.

Natalie asks. "Maybe he was infected with something?"

Connor thinks for a moment before asking. "What if that's why people are turning into cannibals? Maybe something is infecting them?"

Brad asks. "Like, what? Mutated rabies?"

Natalie shrugs, feeling useless at the moment for not having any answers. "This is something I've never seen before. I'm sorry."

Steve cuts in before anyone else can. "Don't worry about it. Let's just comb through the cabin and see what else we can find. Brad, you and Connor check around the cabin. Stay together, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." Brad says as he heads to the door. "Come on, kid."

"Whatever." Connor says as he stands and follows his cousin outside.