Jake looked over to her, walking around the house to explore. The house was a bit destroyed, some holes in walls, floors, and areas on the roof. There were signs of some sort of battle, bullet holes littering the walls near the front door. They weren't recent, but they were visible. Jake investigated, trying to find some sort of answer. After a few minutes, he gave up and walked around the rest of the house.
He opened the door to a room, an old television sitting there. Jake chuckled lightly, reminiscing about back when TV was a thing watched daily. Now it was almost a myth, something foreign to a few people. Jake sat on a chair in the room, closing the door and locking it behind him before he did. He put his head in his hands and took deep breaths, his sanity faltering. Today's events pushed him farther than normal.