Seeing Sue Lawrence's composure, Elliot Lawrence could only nod and follow Victor Keller and the others upstairs.
Silas Hawthorne left a few people behind, then led the team out.
Without their heavy winter gear, everyone felt much lighter. The team moved silently down the corridor, with members periodically checking the rooms on either side and searching them one by one.
"Mr. Hawthorne, the supplies are all gone. The bedding, too."
'Nothing at all. That means this place has already been picked clean.'
Silas Hawthorne nodded, then turned to a short, middle-aged man. "Destroy the elevator first."
"Yes, sir!"
The short, middle-aged man took someone with him and went over to the elevator to start working on it. Silas Hawthorne led the others forward.
'This is my first time formally running a post-apocalyptic dungeon. In my past life, teaming up with Jason Sterling and the others was a pickup group at best. This has to be an official team, right?'
