Cold Door of Fate

The Shelter: 14:22

@Fisticuffs@AbysmalDemon @bishop
It wasn't too cold, but there was a thickness in the air. It was the weight of all the despair that came from this house, this haven. 3 strangers had claimed it for their own, a Bartender, a Criminal and a Chef. They had been there only about 3 hours, they made little bit of small talk as they got to work on searching the house. This was broken up by breaks, The Bartender was smoking a crude roll up of stale tobacco. The Criminal was sipping from a warm bottle of beer. The Chef was clearing the kitchen area, trying to see if she could get the stove to work. They all checked their equipment which they pooled together, personal belongings along with what they found in the house so far.

3 Bottles of Wine
2 Bottles of Beer
Half a Pouch of Tobbaco
Frozen Chicken Breast
Half a gallon of rainwater
4 Tins of Tuna
Crowbar
Glock 17 Pistol (2 bullets)
Golden Wedding Ring

10 parts of wood
15 parts of scrap metal
Broken Shotgun Parts.

So far only the kitchen and the hallway had been searched, there was a lot of work to do before nightfall.