Nick and the others had just gotten to the safe house, being an old house, the windows were all boarded up with large wooden planks causing no sunlight, apart from the small holes in the walls, to enter the house. Nick rested his back against a wall next to a dusty and worn down couch before sliding down to the floor and letting out a sigh, his eyes drifted to the different graffiti on the walls, most of them being previous survivors complaining or making jokes, ETC.