"I really, really hope not." I replied to Nina as we made our way to the cabin. It was so surrounded by bush, the roof of it covered in the greenest moss, that we honestly could have walked right past it if not for Spencer.
I looked about, noticing that I couldn't even spot a driveway of any kind. It was just here, alone and hopefully abandoned.
Nina reached the cabin porch first, creeping up the stairs and settling beside the door. We both had our hand guns drawn out in front of us. The tension that hung in the air as I nodded for her to swing open the wooden door was making my heart beat loudly in my ears. Nina reached out and pressed down the handle, I cringed as it squeaked, announcing our arrival to whoever might possible be inside.
The door was stiff in it's hinges as she pushed it open. A good sign, I thought as she gestured for me to enter.
The smell hit me as soon as I stepped inside. It was dark, dank and extremely dusty.
"Oh man, Joe is gonna hate this. He's so allergic." Nina muttered as she followed me in. 
I scanned the room in front of us. A small, barely there kitchen was crammed into the corner opposite us, broken cupboard doors hanging from rusty hinges. There wasn't much left in here besides a small couch with a hole in the middle where the spring had broken through and a small round wooden table with a few chairs knocked over beside it. Various decorative items lay covered in dust amongst an old bookcase that sat next to the small fire place.
"I would say it's definitely not been used in a long time." Nina said and I could tell she was beginning to relax.
"Check out those doors." I said, nodding to the two that most likely led to a bathroom and a bedroom. "I'll check out the back."
"Okay." Nina lifted her gun up again, moving towards the closed doors. I stepped forward, cursing the creaky floorboards as I made my way to the screen door on the opposite side of the room, my footsteps leaving imprints in the thick layer of dust that covered the floor.