Donny nods as Cat lays out a plan of action. He was honestly just going to keep moving forward, but it'll be worth investigating this mysterious location. When she offered the idea of teaming up, Donny was notably withdrawn. He didn't say anything but even Cat could sense that Donny was hesitating to respond. [color=firebrick]"... Right. Anyways. For these cables maybe later. I'm already carrying a bunch of stuff right now, don't need to be weighed down by wiring. This place looks fairly untouched so with any luck next time we stop by we can do that."[/color] Putting the plunder away, Donny hefted his axe onto his shoulder and continued down the maintenance all.

Following the map the two would eventually come to the location that was marked with the pentagon. It looked like a regular red metal door, dusty and frozen in place. It was obviously locked, but fortunately with the crowbar it would only take a few minutes of wedging and pulling before the door popped open. This area looked like a breakroom, or what was the remains of one. There was a row of lockers on one side of the wall, three empty vending machines near the door, old busted appliances on the counter tops, and a few wooden tables that are covered in dust and debris. But the most gristly sight was two corpses in the corner, huddled together in layers of jackets. Very small corpses, likely children. They were surrounded by wrappers, bottles, and cans, likely from the broken vending machines. There were faded drawings on the wall that Donny and Cat could still see: a man and women with two children running across a snowy city. The man had a bat while the women was holding onto the hands of the children. Another picture showed a big home with a fire and a table full of food. There was even a dog here, and one thing that Cat likely has never seen and Donny has likely forgotten: The Sun.

[color=firebrick]"Damn."[/color] Donny said quietly as he turned away. It was a sad sight to see. [color=firebrick]"Guessing this family didn't make it."[/color] Donny tried not to think too much about it. It wasn't as if he was surprised: he's seen a lot of families trying to survive and die before his eyes, and that was before he arrived to the colony. And yet it still affected him even after all of these years. He tried to take his mind off of it by looking through the lockers for anything of note, but all he found was the occasional moldy lunch bag and useless paper money. He did find a book with some dried markers next to it but he didn't want to read it. He had an idea of what was inside and he didn't want to think about it too much. Or at all for that matter.