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
worms
families
My family is my reason for being. My kids and my wife are all I have. This village is all we know in this crazy world.
Get here, worms. I need to be puttin' ya in my compost... I' rather stay where I am. I enjoy listening to the families talk  You can be hearing plenty from the garden. Now, get out here so I can get to my day. I really cant hear much from out there. Why else would I come inside? You eves dropping little worm! I will feed you well. I need you to make fertilizer so that this Spring's harvest is bountiful. Now, c'mon! I told you no! You have plenty of worms out there already! Oh, you don't know that. If I'm going to feed all these families, I'll need plenty anyhow. Don't you want to meet new worms? Eat new foods? Doesn't that sound fun? I listen to secrets. You won't believe some of the secrets I heard while in the woods.  ... Like what? I will only tell you if you let me stay here right where I am  Alright, go ahead. I'll make that deal. The baker is sleeping wit the blacksmiths wife