Hanson didn't like the idea of relying on others, but he knew when cooperation and teamwork was needed and today was definitely the beginning of one of those times. Once things got worse he knew it would be better to be part of group rather than try to go alone. After all, those undead monsters seemed to be multiplying by the hour and it wouldn't be long before they outnumbered the humans ten to one... if they didn't already.
Hanson walked up the snow covered driveway of a small house on the edge of the woods. This was one of the few places to still have a vehicle in the yard so it probably also had the best chance of still having someone inside. When he reached the door he knocked gently enough so that someone could hear him without sounding too aggressive like a burgler or home invader. When no answer came he turned to leave before hearing something stir inside.
Hanson stood his ground and readied himself to swing his hatchet if a threat lurked behind that door when it opened. The footsteps stopped right in front of the door and then everything fell silent for a few seconds. Just as Hanson was about to knock again a soft voice shaking with fear came from the other side.
"He-hello? Is anyone there?" It was barely audible through the door and Hanson tried to speak up when he answered. "Yes, ma'am. I'm from a ways down the road and could use some shelter. Most people call me Hanson, may I come in?" A longer silence followed as he leaned in close to make sure he didn't miss the reply. "It's awfully cold out here." he added as he took a quick look around the front yard to make sure it was still clear.
Finally, the door opened slightly as a small woman peeked through the gap. "Hanson? I know you... my husband has seen you hunting in the woods around here. You live in that shack up the road." she replied as she looked him over. Hanson tried his best to look nonthreatening as he lowered his scarf to show her his whole face. "Alright, you can come in for now. Be warned my husband is in the other room cleaning his guns, so don't cause any trouble." she says meekly as she opens the door.
"Thank you very much." Hanson replied as he walked into the small little house. The living room in front of him was like most you'd see in any home, a tv was broadcasting from the local news station and an inviting leather sofa was occupied by a couple of young boys reading comic books next to a young woman in an orange hunting cap. "Must be her kids." Hanson thought to himself as he wiped the snow off his feet and left his boots near the door.
"Come with me." The woman instructed. "You'll need to talk with my husband." Hanson nodded and followed her into a small room with various hunting supplies decorating the walls and table. Aside from a few gun racks and mounted deer heads the room was fairly basic with a single small window overlooking the front yard. "Honey, we have a visitor." the woman called as she gently knocked on the open door.
"Send them on it, I'm not busy." came the reply as the man turned to face them. "Happy to meet ya, stranger." he says cheerfully as he extends his hand. He was a fairly skinny man, but with a lot of bulk and a somewhat muscular frame. In addition to a flat top haircut he had short mustache and a cigar clenched between his teeth. Hanson smiled as he shook the man's hand and introduced himself.
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