With what gas you had left, you hide your car out of view from the road. You quickly rummage through your trunk to find anything useful. You have a crowbar, a torch/flashlight, fire-starting equipment, and a few snacks. Your heart begins to race as you grab your things and make a 50 yard dash to the house.
The home has been abandoned for quite some time; it is falling apart. You notice the large hole in the side of the house. You decide to enter the hole instead of the front do as to avoid being seen from the road. You're almost certain you've lost those wolves back in town; still, these are supernatural creatures with unmatched speed and strength.
Now that you're in the house, you secure the doors and windows with old furniture. However, the gaping hole in the wall doesn't have enough coverage. "I'd better keep an eye on that entry point." you say to yourself, gripping the crowbar tightly in your fist.
The sun drops and it's a full moon out. You can barely see. The only light shining in the small house is that of the moonlight. It's getting cold, but you're afraid to start a fire as it might give away your position to those sex-hungry predators.