[b]Abram - Baton Rogue Neighborhood - Sam [/b]

Abram watched as Sam produced the tools from her boot, working the lock. When she finished, he cracked a small smirk. "I won't ask where you learned to pick a lock." He said, bringing his pistol to eye level. He pushed the door open, checking each corner of the room; right, then left. The procedure was engraved in his head; as it was with every soldier. Before the outbreak, his storming procedures were executed alongside a man 6'5 and twice his size, not a girl that barely hit 5'3. 

When he saw that the back room was clear, he allowed enough room for Sam to come inside. The room was a white kitchen, equipped with all the necessities. The man looked around quickly, opening a door to find a small pantry with a rather unpleasant smell. On the lowest shelf sat a large stack of canned goods. "Cans..." He remarked to Sam. 

He looked through a tall, open doorway into a living room, and a set of stairs lead to the second floor. He stepped into the living room, his eyes scanning for a threat. A large, now useless, plasma screen TV sat on an entertainment cabinet. Cautiously, he stepped to the staircase, making his way up. He checked two of the three rooms, leaving the third for Samantha. 

The large bedroom looked like a master bedroom, outfitted with a large TV and a king size bed. The smaller bedroom was filled with a large bed, adorned by a bright green cover. He stepped to the nightstand, where laid a cracked picture of a teenage girl and a boy. Abram suddenly felt strange, taking over these people's houses. He put the thoughts aside and continued into the hallway again. He opened a small door that shielded a short staircase. At the top of the steps, Abram saw that he had entered the static, the temperature in the room drastically warmer because of the insulation. If the cold became unbearable, they could come up here and sleep in the warmer temperature. The limitation was, however, the fact that there was no exit besides the staircase. 

As Abram went out back, he saw a small part on the side of the porch that could be removed. He knelt down and pulled the plank away, seeing that the space between the porch and the ground was almost two feet tall. It was a perfect place to crawl into in case of an emergency... The house seemed almost like the jackpot. 

He went inside as Samantha rounded into the kitchen, chuckling a bit. "It looks like we've found ourselves a home."