Within the equally small shack things were a little bit more decorated. A gentle fire lit up the room offering its light, warmth and heat as a small pot softly simmered off to the side of it.
The mantle itself held some plates and a couple of mugs she had found during her outings.
The bed, was little more than a couple of bales of hay and a blanket, but again, one should not compare things to what they had once been. Those days were over and it wasn't very likely that they would come back soon.
Adeira was always looking for stuff to collect and use. She practically had found everything that now stood or was used by them.
The dead after all had little use for it, when she had stumbled upon Maxwell she too had thought he had died...well what a surprise it had been that he had opened his eyes. 
If Adeira hadn't been scared half to death, she would have screamed and no doubt her fear would have altered the Dreamscape. 

Adeira groaned as she lifted her head from the table...wait table...
She had fallen asleep again.
She could curse herself, before shaking herself awake stumbling still half drunk from sleep over to the door.
As she removed the wooden cross beams she quickly opened the door for Maxwell.
"Well what fine hour do you call this?" She greeted with a cheeky smile. 
"Well come in...oh and don't mind the wild hair, apparently I needed to catch up on some sleep...you know, after 'the' incident." Adeira ended before she ushered him in and pushed him towards the fire and a bowl of hot stew she had managed to scrounge together.
Adeira herself was considerably smaller, Maxwell was at least a head taller than her, perhaps even a head and a half. Lithe, slender and nimble Adeira was something of a woodnymph, with her misschievous eyes and wild head of hair finishing the picture.
Perhaps is was that natural side of her that saved her when the world went to shit.
Her instincts had helped her survive through the worst of the days and she had come to rely upon them. They had aided her and guided her through some of the most awful horrors those first few days had thrown at her.
She shivered remembering a particular grim day from the early days.
Still she was alive.