Franka meanwhile had found the time to check the grounds and house, all was as it should be, and a glance on the display of the surveillance cameras that were always working, fed by solar energy, and covered not only the area close to the outer walls, but a good stretch of land beyond it, told her that no alarm had been raised, no human activity, infected or not, been noted by the cameras prior to the groups arrival, since last the had been here two weeks ago. Therefore, she had checked the water for sufficiency and quality, found another very satisfying result there, and had switched on the power that would grant them hot water within minutes. On her way out, she had dropped the rucksack, jacket and leather protections, knowing she would, for once, not need them, and had hurried to open the three gates for the team to come in.<br/><br/>When the last of them had slipped inside the confinement, she pulled close the ivory curtain and shut the door, arming it with a pin code to make sure none could open the door without the others learning of it. She gave Ashleigh, who looked perhaps more shattered and worn out than the rest of them, a reassuring smile, then motioned towards the door in the second wall, fifty metres to their left. It stood wide open, another sign of Franka being entirely sure there was no danger to be feared, now. "It's all clear, inside and out, there's been no suspicious activity in the past weeks, the camera's would have registered that, and we've got enough energy to cook and such, and hot water for everybody."<br/><br/>She lead them through the second door, shut and armed it behind them, then indicated the gate opening in the high meshwire fence that was the last barrier between them and the house. Coils of barbed wire protected it, metal spikes could be seen protruding from the ground near it, and once more, it was time for the team to follow Franka in single file to make sure they would not step on anything they would better avoid. Then, she closed this last gate, securing it with a chain, and they stood on the winding path leading to the house through the a park. It had been beautiful once, and its closeness to what nature might have designed herself, even after six years of neglect and overgrowth, allowed it to keep most of its former appearance while adding a touch of wilderness that only increased its peaceful, yes, romantic air.<br/><br/>In the midst of it, shaded from view by high trees, it's doors and windows behind thick metal plates that bled rust over the once beautiful façade, stood the building. In style, it looked far older than it was, a manor or villa rather than a simple house, there must have been considerable money in the family owning it. Through the park they went, towards the stairs leading to the terrace, past weed invaded flowerbeds and an overgrown herb garden. Soon, they were close enough to the giant metal plate and French window opening towards them to let them see how complete the darkness inside the building was. Franka headed straight for it, apparently unconcerned. She was aware what fears of being ambushed, of walking into a trap might rise in some of the team's members, but there was no helping it, only searching the whole house would probably reassure some of them.