The sun slowly rises over the horizon as the gentle rays shimmered over the snowflakes and tattered ruins of the old cabin, with the corners chipped, paint faded with the shattered windows of the second floor peering into the room with cobwebs clinging to the corners and dust gently dancing side to side across the room.
Davia sits at the bed, resting against the end of the room shivering slightly as she hugged her knees resting her head atop them, sitting quietly with only the gentle winter breeze to nullify the deafening silence.
The door creaks open with the knob groaning, Davia c***s her head up with a soft gasp seeing the small metal sphere twist as she scoots back until her back was pressed against the bed rest. Slowly opening with a loud c***k it swings open as Trevor slowly walks
