Thomas finally made his way towards the small wooden log cabin, that looked as if it had been deserted for quite some time before the walkers appeared. Probably used by hunters or locals for stuff. Or something. Discarding the thoughts he tried the door, hoping it'd be unlocked, which it was not ofcourse. Trying some more force to see if it wasn't just rusted he glanced backwards to see a rather large group of zombies approaching, larger than he could have aroused himself. Upon a second glance he noticed someone comnig this way that looked remarkably alive. The guy approaching him looked pretty young, young enough to be his son. As his thoughts moved to darker subjects he distracted himself with the issue of the locked cabin, but the solution was nearby. Judging at the entire thing it was pretty old, and he hoped that the lock inside would be comparably old. Just like himself, he added in his thoughts, but he didn't really spend his time thinking about it as he rammed his foot against the door untill the lock gave away with a surpisingly soft Click!
Once inside he saw dust and darkness, but as he got used to the light he noticed some drawers filled with empty cans and the remains of a cot. Not too shabby, he mused as he turned in the door opening to see the youngster approaching, summoning more walkers, much to Thomas' distaste.