As they wound their way through the tattered remains, Justin made sure to keep a steady enough pace where he wouldn't lose Cameron in the soaked ruins, stopping a few times in order for her to catch up. The gun he had apprehended from his attackers was firmly clutched in his right hand, leaving his left hand free to brush away vines and debris from their path. He had thankfully taken one of the headlamps from the assailants, using it to navigate past pitfalls and sunken buildings that acted as traps for the unsuspecting traveler. Every so often, Justin thought he could hear the light trailing of footsteps flanking them from either side through the patter of the rain, but focusing on ghosts wouldn't help. They needed to keep moving forward. 

After nearly running into a few rusted cars and banging into the occasional stop sign that still stood, the rain let up, allowing Justin to have a somewhat clearer view of what was in front of him. Currently, they stood at an intersection with a skyscraper jutting up to the heavens just opposite of their current position. He shined the headlamp up a bit, sighing in relief to see a banner above the alcove that served as the main entrance, the flag a crimson red with a blue orb in the middle dotted with green. 
"Come on." They crossed the street and under the alcove, which held a rather intact revolving door. 
"Hold on, have to disarm this." He walked to the doorway and tapped the glass on the front of the door to make it spin a couple of degrees. A slight splatter could be heard on the other side of the entrance, Justin nodding to himself as he motioned for Cameron to follow. 

Going through the door, he shined the headlamp on the marbled floor, displaying a black, thick liquid. 
"Oil trap. Someone breaks in, oil gets all over em and the person in the safehouse comes out with a molotov to set them on fire. A bit much, but in this part of town, one can't be too careful. Thankfully, no one is using the place, so we won't have to explain ourselves." He led her past the oil spell and through a doorway on the right across from a rotting desk. Inside were a few cots stuffed up against the north wall, shelves tucked up against the western wall with a number of sealed rations marked with dates of creation and other random supplies like duct tape, makeshift glue and matches. Upon walking in, Justin shut the door behind them, sealing it with a wooden beam attached to a metal hinge next to the doorway. Walking to a cot, he dropped his pack before looking to Cameron.
"You holding up ok?"