She completely avoided the question. Was she about to say detention center, or something else? Det- could be anything. A part of him wanted to believe it was something else. However they way they looked, the way she acted, and the way the girl was cut off by Anaya screaming to shut up, made him suspect. Yet he couldn't be sure, and part of him didn't want to believe he was trapped in a cabin with a group of escaped convicts. Every word of his was strained now, built up by nerves that he was eagerly trying to suppress. He looked at Anaya in the flicker of the flames, who was actually quite an attractive girl. Her ferocity, though a bit off putting, was also intriguing to Shawn.<br/><br/>He tried to speak through his nerves, "It was about a week ago that my dad-" he paused, not wanting to say more. "The radios went out about three days ago. They had been repeating an automated message for at least two weeks, then they suddenly just died. I think I heard last that this isn't just in arizona, that whatever is happening, is happening all over the world. I heard something about Russia and Greenland being the last stand, but even they were showing signs of this sickness-" He paused, still trying to get more information, "where have you been this whole time?"<br/><br/>He heard the wind still howling- he wanted to get out of the cabin with Claire, leave these girls alone, and be done with it.<br/><br/>BANG! Something hit the door hard. A churning scream reverberated from out the door, primordial yet human. Shawn grabbed claire by the hand and took out his knife. "Let me in you fuckards!" yelled a man from outside, heard faintly through the howls. "This is my cabin! Ain't nobody staying in my cabin without my permission! I'm gonna cut you up!" SLAM! he tried kicking the door down. It didn't open, getting jammed with the blankets and stuffed cloth underneath the door. Shawn didn't want to take a risk with a full grown man trying to break down the door, so he ran up and leaned against it.