Niko got out of his truck, grabbing his skinning knife and rifle. He slung gun around his shoulder and held his knife in a back hand style. Niko approached cabin four, and made sure he was alone. Niko didnt trust sleeping with the group yet.

Niko slowly opened the door and stood there. He couldn't see anything but he listened. Nothing. Not a sound came from the cabin. He pulled out his zippo and with a few clicks it lit. The cabin seemed fairly organized, like no one had slept in it in awhile. The sheets were clean as year old sheets would been. Untouched by the mess.

He looked around making sure there were no walkers. Niko foubd a kerosene lit lantern with a little kersene left in it. Probably enough to get him through a few nights. He lit the lanteren and sat on the bed. He pulled out a cleaning kit a screwdriver and unslung his rifle. He began dismantling it. Cleaning blood and gun powder off the rifle. He oiled and lubed the moving parts and set it back up. Niko planned to hunt tomorrow.

Niko then pulled out a whetstone and began to sharpen his knife. Niko softly hummed a tune to himself.