Rodeo followed with a little grumble, hitching the gear he carried higher on his back. "M'not carryin' a damn tent for nothin'," he complained, but quiet enough that Charlie probably couldn't make out what he was saying. He preferred not to get punched in the mouth and left outside for the night. The place looked abandoned enough-- the weeds were tall, the windows were dark. Besides, who would stay out there? Rodeo wouldn't have been surprised if the place was abandoned before the infection ever took hold.
As they came closer to the cabin, Rodeo squinted at the windows. It was already growing dark in the woods, but he felt like he should have been able to make out some features of the interior of the house through the glass. All he saw was black, but then again, he never wore his glasses when he ought to... He figured he was just too blind to see through the windows in the dark.
"Wonder if there's a fireplace," he said, starting to feel a bit more upbeat. "Would be safer burnin' a fire inside than outside, who knows what we'd attract if we just set up a fire out in the trees..."
Rodeo's legs were longer than Charlie's, so even though she got a head start, he reached the cabin before she did. He squinted at the window again, then pressed his hands to the glass and tried to peer inside. "Think there's somethin' up against the windows," he murmured, but he didn't think anything of it. Instead, he decided to try the door, jiggling the handle and finding it locked. "You ain't got a bobby pin, right?" Rodeo asked, before he looked over to Charlie and lifted his brows, lips pulling into a smirk. "Wait, sorry. Thought I was talkin' to a girl there for a second."