Crumbling and blowing away in the light breeze, the roof of the shack has shingles barley hanging on. The door to the shack lays next to the door frame on the front porch which is now more of a hazard than a veranda. The shack is missing large chunks of the walls and one can see straight through the building in many place. The walls are coated with fuzzy molds and fungus while the exposed wooden frame has been eaten away in many places by worms.
Abandoned Shack, Wasteland
lost traveler
rat
I am a large gray rat that scurries around in the castle walls. I like visiting the kitchen to snack on the bread crumbs. I carry diseases, so don’t touch me.
*Squeak* Look, a fellow visitor!  I dare say this is your home, old fellow....would you mind if I shared it for the night? Squeak squeak! Let me just dust off the floor and unroll my sleeping bag - I am weary from my long journey - made even longer by getting lost! *Squeak squeak* Where do you come from, human? I'm from a nearby village and was taking my wagon to market, but somehow wandered from my usual travels.  But this house!  Ah the memories! *Squeak* I see, did you used to live here? I Excuse me sir? I remember visiting my uncle long ago - of course it was not in such disrepair then.  He was a jolly soul and would sing me many a song. Ahh so this is where he once lived? *Squeak* and such a cook he was!  Which makes me think how hungry I am!  I have some cornbread in my wagon - perhaps you would care to share a few crumbs?