"Why
should I go in first?" moaned Derick, looking through the window of the
dark, murky house they had found.
"Because
I said so, now GO!" whispered Billy, frustrated, "And besides, it's
the only shelter for miles around."
Derick
sighed and opened the door. It slowly creaked open to reveal a gloomy room with
a staircase that led to a grey door. They began to search for supplies but all
they found were canned sweetcorn and a half empty beer can. Derick tried
lighting a fire but had no success. They knew it was going to be a rough
night...
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