Max shot them another suspicious look, but then cranked the handle open and held it for Emma, gesturing for her to go on in.

"Yeah, alright," he said, obviously still on edge. Within, there were all the trappings of a small cabin living room: wood walls, an old musty rug, a crappy old TV on a bent up metal stand on wheels in one corner, open bags of chips on a musty sofa, and the smell of lingering smoke in the air.