Emory took a whiff of his clothes and instantly withdrew his nose, it wasn't just the smell of mimic blood and guts, now sweat was thrown into the mix.
"You're right, we do need to clean up. But where? Do the pipes still work here? Because this place looks abandoned, even with its somewhat good shape" Emory said, further walking into the house.
Carrie stood up and walked after Emory who was headed toward the kitchen, "Yes, most of the facilities in the houses still function properly. The landlord makes sure of it, after all, his tenants like to feel as homely as possible"
The kitchen was a standard-size kitchen with wooden cabinets hung up along the walls as well as below too. A kitchen island stood in the center of the room.
Surprisingly, nothing was dusty, but there was a clear sign of abandonment, like the rust on the corner of the sink.
Emory turned around, "The landlord?"
