His legs burned in the cold desert air. He was losing his footing a few times, barely making it over the rocks he couldn't see ahead of him. He strained his neck to the sky and noticed the inky blackness enveloping the land. A wind roared in the distant, turning into a howl. Shawn was running with all his might as he plowed forward, dragging his sister along. "Come on!"<br/><br/>"I'm trying!" she yelled. She was much smaller than her brother, and she was furious that he didn't understand that.<br/><br/>Then he saw it. His salvation, a cabin. There were no lights on, and Shawn wasn't sure if there was someone staying there or not. He didn't care. The wind rushed closer like a freight train in the distance. After a long gruelling sprint they reached the cabin just in time. He knocked on the door, but nothing. He slammed his fist a few times. Nothing. He kicked the door a few times until it finally gave in. He threw his sister inside. "Hello?" he yelled timidly. The last thing he wanted was to be murdered by an unknown assailant while trying to run from some mysterious entity.<br/><br/>No one answered. It was a small one room cabin, and he shone his flashlight revealing no one there. He looked at the sky, now completely black. He knew it was something dangerous and airborn. Perhaps it was the virus in a vapour form. He knew the best defence would be to find something to block all the crevices around the door and windows. He looked around for something, like bedsheets or drapes. He knew he had to move fast.