[center][img]https://image.ibb.co/hCiXgF/b8bb82763c3f53d1f2072abd60e2e771_1.jpg[/img][/center][hr][h3]Nikolai[/h3]
As he got closer to the front door of the old farmhouse, Nikolai made a mental note that it didn't seem to have an attic or second floor. Quieting his steps and approaching slowly, he prepared for the worst. Creaking the stairs on his way up didn't drag his attention away from the door. [color=forestgreen][i]"Caution with quiet."[/i][/color] Those were the words resounding in his head as he examined the door. After a quick look he realized that the latch was broken. Something or someone had forced its way in. Planting his right foot back placing his left heel on the ground while the left toe pressed the door, he lowered his toe and the door swung quietly inward. Checking his corners he moved into the wreckage of a living room.

Nikolai knew right away that someone had been desperate. No one would be dumb enough to cause this much damage while just looting, even out in the woods. He quickly surveyed the area, ahead of him lay a hallway with a multitude of doors, to his left there was the rest of the living room, and to his right, a kitchen. He gently closed his eyes and listened but heard nothing. Closely examining the ground and carefully planting his feet on nothing that would make noise, he got to the edge of the hallway before stopping to listen again. Softly echoing from the half ajar door at the very end of the hall was a low growl. Not knowing whether it was a weirdo that liked to growl, a dog or an infected, he carefully backed up and calmly began walking into the kitchen to search for a weapon. He was slow and thorough making sure to stop and listen every couple of seconds. The going was slow but extremely quiet...