Will startled at the sudden, heavy pound at the door, quickly bringing himself to his feet, steel poker gripped tightly in his hand. Another one of his hallucinations -- perhaps one of Randall Tier, in all his bestial glory, attacking him once again in such a similar setting -- or was there something actually out there? Someone, he hoped, rather fervently. He didn't have the resources to deal with wild creatures. No gun, not even an attack dog in the form of the tiniest stray he had rescued.

Will let the blanket around his shoulders fall to the ground as he warily made his way to the door. Should he attempt to further barricade it or not? Looking out the windows was no good, because the perpetual snow storm outside meant everything was just a blanket of white. He bit his lower lip, worrying at it as he thought. If he were a person on the other side, he'd be desperate to get in, of course. No doubt about it. If he were an assailant on the other side, he'd be too panicked and cold to really assail. Will had the distinct advantage; warm limbs, steel that could easily double as a weapon, a calm mind from having been in the safety and warmth of the cabin for long enough.

Whatever was outside didn't sound like a creature, anyway. Not if it was drawn to the cabin, and not if he couldn't hear snarling and growling.

Will made his decision. After a few seconds, he finally pulled the door open, stepping back a little and holding an arm up to shield his face from the elements threatening to burst through the newly-opened door. Chilling, biting, lifeless cold, seeking out new territory to entrench itself into, and here Will was, letting it and a potential stranger in. Well, he had made worse decisions in his life.