The steel radio tower creaked eerily as Marcus trudged past. Armed with only a P90 and a small pack of thermal gel and biscuits, he moved on to check on the next house. The air stabbed at his eyes, threatening to freeze them in their sockets. The wind seemed to be having mood swings today, gusting suddenly and becoming still the next instant. He blinked furiously and moved forward towards the light of the house. The lamp outside was on, so he moved forward and knocked the wooden door of the cabin. He glanced over his back to see if there was anything amiss going on behind him, nothing.<br/><br/>Whoever it was inside the cabin was taking forever to open the door. He knocked again, harder and more insistent this time.