Zach looked at the door in front of him. It was the door to a small house with only one room and no windows. Unlike the other shack or storage-like units he had found, it looked incredibly stable.
More importantly, it was the first building Zach had seen that had a door.
It was a wooden door with two metal bars across it horizontally, one in the middle of the upper half, and the other in the middle of the lower half.
It was a sturdy door. But, normally, if none of the other doors or windows in the underwater city had lasted until now, neither should this one have. There had to be something special about it.
"Is it really this easy?" Zach voiced his thoughts.
