Blaine watched the three go after the figure, but stayed behind to clear the building with Ray. "Just like last time," He said, looking over his shoulder at the raccoon. "You can stand by the way. Doubt anybody would use this place as a outpost," He added, resting his rifle on his shoulder and striding over to the nearest door.
It opened smoothly, no resistance which was odd for a building that survived the blast of nuclear ICBMs'. He stopped to light a cigarette, then readied his rifle and moved slowly down the hallway. The walls were lined with paintings of literary greats, some ruined and some intact, and bulletin boards covered in war propaganda. Blaine stopped to read it and laughed, "What a load of crap."