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
families
lost traveler
I was daydreaming the other day while taking the wagon to market. Suddenly, I realized I was lost. I had been travelling for some time and had no idea where I was. Luckily, I was not the only lost traveler. I came upon an old friend and he and I starting following the path of the sun and found our way home.
Boy am I glad to have found you my dear friend!  I seem to have lost my way, and I can't for the devil decide which way will bring me back to where I started.  Witherwindle's where I left, but the land here is altogether unfamiliar to me, and this shack provides little in the way of comfort. I am sorry about the state of this shack. As you can see, the wind here gets pretty bad and our modest house keeps getting torn apart. Aye, it's nae fault of yours lad.  These are the times we live in, but the breeze chills be to the bone, though it be but light.  Perhaps we can fix this door of yours, and maybe make it a wee bit less drafty in here eh? Yes, this should hold until morning at least. Let me get some planks. Meanwhile, get the tools from the big box over there will you?  An excellent plan that is.  *Grabs Tools*  The Doors looks sturdy enough, we can likely make a couple of latches to replace the broken hinges.  They'll do in a pinch, but I doubt it'll hold up to the gusts of the fall storms when they come round again. Do you plan to stick around? We could use a handyman like you around here. My kids and wife are all i have but they are too weak and sick to travel, so I am forced to constantly repair this crumbling shack.. Well lad, I had originally intended to take my wagon to the Market Town west of here, but I got myself bloody turned around - things have changed mightily since I was here last.  If you can provide some warm meals, I am more than happy to held a friend for a few days, and if you would be so kind as to give me proper directions to the market afterwards, I would be dearly grateful.  I have some skill at carpentry, so hopefully I can be of use. That sounds like a fair exchange of services. Let me clean this mold over there and allow me to setup a proper sleeping space for you. I thank you kindly for your hospitality friend, I look forward to doing what I can to help.  Let me wrap this sleeping bag around me to ward off the chill - what can you tell me of this land you call home?  I do not recall ever coming this way in my travels, but am keen to learn more of it. I must be honest with you friend, we don't get much contact with outsiders and my parents never bothered to teach me geography. I can tell you that the sea if about a 30 minutes horse ride to the west, and the market town is about two days of travel to the west. You will need some rest if you plan to travel there.