Maurice hissed and spat and swore as he brushed the tiny wiggly babies off of him. He dragged his claws through his hair and frowned into the woods.

"I oughta stuff you in this thing and roll you into that gully..." His threat faded out though because he noticed something else. He quickly forgot his insect problems. "Oh, man, Heather, look!"

He pointed through the gloom and there through some trees and behind a tangle of dead bushes was a small wooden house. Its windows were long gone and the door on the other side hung by a lone hinge. Piles of ancient rotting firewood lay all around it as well as bits of metal, glass, and other trash.

Maurice set out at once, determined to be the first one to reach it.