Dutch might have found the problem. One would expect a smile, or perhaps a look of satisfaction from the male. His face reflected neither. There was a problem to be solved, and until it was sorted, he'd only give a, [color=red]"There ya go."[/color] to acknowledge his discovery. 

He had thought it was the belt, the aged thing looked like it could hardly turn the motor, on account of its cracks and stiff nature, but deeper he dug, he found one of the electric boards had been burned out, likely by the last owner. Fella probably figured there was little point in fixing it. Dutch figured he had been right. 

Scavvers hadn't come around here thankfully, and he had enough spare metal to make a work around. 

Few minutes later, plus more than a few beads of sweat, and the generator spluttered to life, replacing the smell of oil in the air with smoke. 

The second generator had been far more simple. Just some debris in the fuel tank, it roared to life along with the first. Like two great beasts who were shaking off a few decades of sleep. 

Course, that didn't mean they'd have electricity just like that. The breakers were off. He'd flick the circuits on that he'd checked, and leave the ones off that were broken. Didn't want anyone getting shocked from a rogue wire touching a ceiling like. House was sturdy though, Dutch had been impressed. Whoever lived here put a lot of time and energy into it. 

[color=red]"Mina and them'l be able to have a hot shower tonight.[/color]

Now he smiled, a big old smile as he flicked the switch on the water pump, and those PVC pipes began to build up water pressure. 

He had already checked the heaters. One still worked, a big one, but not enough for the Wanderers to all shower at once. They'd need to take turns and sort all that out.

Still. He felt well greased and accomplished. 

[color=red]"Well, alright."[/color] Took a few minutes, but he watched the needle on the water pump begin to build up PSI all on it's own. 

Dutch smiled. Time for breakfast.