The sand from the ground had found its way into the boots that covered Matthew's feet. It was an annoying feeling as well as a new one. He had never had sand in his shoe before, now he did. It was only a few grains anyway, nothing to complain about. The buildings off in the distance grew closer and closer. The road was paved but very damaged and ruined looking. Some road signs lined the side of the road but their message had long since been removed by Nuclear blasts, weather, or any other number of destructive forces that took over during the past two hundred-some years. Eventually the buildings came very close. Matthew could make out almost every detail of the small amount of buildings that were in front of him. They looked like old fashioned houses with one building, a little further off, that read "Gas Station". The group that had followed, Matthew had not checked to see if everyone followed but he assumed they had, was now coming up on the buildings. As they came within reach, Matthew stuck his hand out and let his fingers caress the siding of the house. Another new feeling. 

Jerry had decided to enter the first house. Matthew followed close behind. The door, still mostly intact, made a loud creaking noise as it was opened. And then Jerry spoke. Very quickly Matthew realized that that might not have been the best of ideas. So he made his way in front of Jerry, and then raised the rifle into the air. It felt awkward in his grip. Today was the first time he had ever held a firearm of any kind. It did not feel natural. But still, he needed it for protection, he guessed. "Maybe we should not just go willy-nilly asking if anyone is here?" He suggested in question form. The house had two stories and another staircase that went downstairs. From where he was standing, Matthew could see a kitchen. He quickly made his way over there and found the faucet. The handle to turn the water on was rusted and old. Still, Matthew twisted it and instantly his Pipboy started making a clicking noise. Matthew had never heard that noise come from his Pipboy before, so he did not know what it was. Matthew paid no mind to it and cupped some of the water in his hand. He took a quick drink but spat most of it out. The water tasted very metallic and disgusting. For a few seconds he thought about whether or not he should suck it up and drink more, he decided he would try again later.