"Well, fuck it. If Lauren's not blasting away at things, that must mean we're okay to go in." John said, shrugging one shoulder and slowing to a tactical pace, raising his rifle and looking through each broken window thoroughly, looking for any signs of recent activity. The little fishing village was completely abandoned... Even though it seemed sheltered, this was still a terrible location to build a settlement or outpost on. It was fields and forests for miles, where as in the Metro it was quite easy to get your hands on food and drink. If your station ran out, they'd just bring more traded supplies from the next station along (given that station was friendly). There wasn't any point in being out here unless there was a place to grow food, or catch rainwater.

"Nathan, we're looking for a shack just above the beach - should have a large boat in it and have a trailer to bring it to the sea with. I hope it's plastic, or wooden.. otherwise we're all just going to get irradiated. I don't fancy that." Viktor explained. He lowered his weapon upon the realization that John had reached too. If there wasn't anything useful in these buildings or the surrounding land, there wasn't going to be anyone here... But maybe there were some mutants scurrying around. "You know, if you're going to try and make your sister proud you should find a bigger shooter than that." He said, grinning at Samantha's pistol as he deliberately showed off his AK-74.