The house itself was a large and once may have been quite the place to live, but aside from the remains of the previous owners in the basement and the supplies they had gathered, there was little else of interest that Charlotte had found.

As she emerged from the basement she coughed and spluttered a little, glad to be free of the foul smell that hung in the air down there. She quickly found the others and before she said "There are some supplies in the basement" hesitating briefly searching for the best way to say the rest. "but there are also two bodies down there. They don't smell or look good, but I think there might be enough food and water for at least a few days". 

She stood looking at her companions, wondering if she looked as tired and run down as they did, her eyes darting from one to the other. She smirked slightly as she looked down at the blood that covered her already stained jeans and she lifted her hands and examined them, trying to identify what each bit of grime could possibly even be. It had been a long time since she'd been able to stop running, and she suddenly realised how feral and dirty she must look. Her smirk faded as she made her way to the table that dominated half of the kitchen and took a seat. It felt good to take the weight off of her leg and she sighed and closed her eyes just for a moment, enjoying the slight feeling of relaxation that spread through her - even if only briefly so before she again turned her full attention to her companions.