[h2]Ruined Inn[/h2]
[@VitaVitaAR][@SilverPaw][@Aku the Samurai]

Yep, this place had seen better days, no doubt. The utter state this place had been left in no doubt told a desperate, harrowing tale of what had occurred. Bianca really couldn't imagine what must have transpired in this place, though she could certainly wonder why the four of them woke up in this place. This whole 'other world' thing was a completely alien concept to her, were you [i]supposed[/i] to jump smack-dab int he middle of your nedt life's crisis situation? Why even go to another world to begin with, then?!

Traversing the dusty, disrepaired building cautiously, hammer gripped tightly in both hands, Bianca tried to tune out the shuffling and banging from outside. It didn't seem like there were any threats within the building, but she swore there horror movies that would trick the protagonist with stealthy, murderous creatures that would strike at the worst times... she pivoted quickly to fend off an attacker, and proceeded to feel quite silly that there was nothing trying to attack her from behind. Laughing at her paranoia, Bianca jumped at Sora's sudden exclamation from nearby, finding herself blushing slightly once she recognised the voice. What was it, molotovs? She curiously approached the kitchen, passing the elf as he returned to the others.

Curious, Bianca entered the dusty kitchen, briefly covering her mouth to protect from the disturbed dust. It looked like he'd just gathered some items together, candles and the like? Come to think of it... yup, checking the ceiling made it clear there wasn't any electrical lighting. That was going to suck in however many hours of daylight the had left, it was a good thing Sora found some stuff to give light! The rest of the kitchen... could definitely do with a little cleaning, especially if they were going to be holed up for a while. Though a quick check of the stock that remained didn't inspire much hope, given how much of it was spoiled. Sighing, Bianca was about to return to the group as well, but paused. That faint scratching noise felt way too close, nothing like the noises from outside. Where was that even...

"Ah!" Bianca stepped back once her eyes drifted to the floor. That was a door in the ground! A cellar?! And it... sounded like someone was in there. Briefly, Bianca wondered if it was a survivor trying to get out, but... that would be wishful thinking, wouldn't it? As if it would be that convenient. Probably best to ignore it.

...Then again, that noise was kind of disturbing, and she'd hate to have to listen to it if they were going to prepare meals in the future...

Bianca gripped the heavy weapon tightly. In her arms, it wasn't all that difficult to hold, even with one hand, but a weapon like this would be great for self-defence, right? Not to mention, in the worst-case scenario, she held the high ground! One, maybe even two zombies, couldn't be that much of an issue in this situation.

And hey, if it was a survivor that locked themselves in, she was just doing a good deed! There was basically no downsides to taking a quick peek!

With that, Bianca placed her hammer on the floor at her side, kneeling down to place her hands on the latch. Hopefully, she was on the opposite side of the stairwell from here. There was a slight moment of hesitation, though rather than nervousness and fear stalling her, Bianca felt... excited? Was she anticipating a fight or something? Well, whatever the reason, she was looking forward to what lay behind the cellar doors. She removed the lock.