Sneaking in through the old Bundy House seems a simple enough way to avoid the large group.  The decrepit old building has been all but ignored by the raiders, no doubt realizing (correctly) that anything of value was stolen from it long ago.<br/><br/>Inside, mildew mixes with dust to create a scent that might fondly remind one of a graveyard, were there any fond memories to be had in a place where death and decay assault the nose.  An old woman sits upon a couch, catching her breath from what must have been a dead run.  A younger man, perhaps her son, picks up a chair in a desperate attempt to defend himself as the heroes come in.  Although still out of his breath, his eyes burn and plead for the desire to defend himself, or perhaps just the hope that salvation and not imminent demise had just visited itself upon the two.