Nick took the lighter and held it out toward the room before sliding his thumb down the steel roller to light it. The dark room was illuminated by the small dancing flame, making shadows along the wall move in haunting harmony. It appeared to be a bedroom, the bed nestled in the corner and a small nightstand. The carpet in the center was covered with the sickly brown of dry blood and a trail led to the closet off to his and Annie's right. "I think it's clear..." He muttered softly and advanced forward only to stop suddenly when he looked at the closet and offered Annie the lighter. "Hold this, and open the door... If anything's inside I'll smash it." When and if she took it, he gripped his bat tight and positioned himself to see inside. 

Marc crept toward the door he'd been pointed toward and gingerly pushed it open, wary of any hands that may reach out of the darkness to grab him. He peered inside and glanced around... It appeared to be a dimly lit recreation room. A small fireplace sat in the center of the back wall and above it a gun rack proudly presented nothing but air, unaware that its resident rifle had gone. A pool table was in the center, too dark to see under and off to the left a TV and a couch. "Looks clear..." He mumbled, stepping in forward before pressing his back against the wall. "Stay cautious."