“What are you doing?” Racheal asked as she watched Steffan walk towards one of the many couches in the room.

He said nothing.

He placed a bright flashlight she suspected he must have found wherever he found the axe on the floor, lighting the whole room up.

He raised the axe, and began to hack at the couch.

She stared at him in shock, at first not understanding what he was doing.

Then she turned back, and shut the heavy bolt on the door.

He had to make fire somehow, or ...