"Alright then. Lets find a safe room, and set up home base," Mike said calmly. "Where do you think we should put the safe room? There don't seem to be a ton of safe places in here..."
"No, there doesn't... We could try the room we first entered. There didn't seem to be a lot of bad things happening there," Ellie said.
"Oh, yeah! That room's right next to here, remember? When I opened the door, we were in the dining room, which means if we go back through the dining room, the first room should be right there." Mike rambled. Mike went back through the dining room and quickly found the door he'd knocked on the floor. "In here," he said, pointing to an open room. "This is the one."
Ellie followed Mike into the first room. "It feels like ages ago when we were last in here," she mumbled. "Is this room suitable?"
"Well..." Mike took a match and scraped it against the wall, igniting the match. "Let's find out." There was a desk, two living chairs, and a rusty metal chest that looked empty sitting in the corner by the shut window. "What do you think we need in here?" Mike asked Ellie.
"Beds," Ellie said simply but then she waved the thought away, "Just kidding." She glanced around the room and found a fireplace. She walked up to it and kneeled down in front of it. "Oh, I would love to light a fire and get rid of this cold air," she said, rubbing her arms, "But that would give our position away huh?"
"Give away our position to what?" Mike said. "We're not that hard to find anyway. We should just focus on making this room... As livable as possible."
"I still don't believe that a ghost is what's chasing us around," Ellie half lied, getting up. At that moment she wasn't sure what she believes anymore. Everything that has happened so far has confused her brain almost to the point where she started to think she was actually sleeping and this was all a nightmare. "Do you think those sheets are useable?" She asked, referring to the really dusty ones over the furniture.
"Well, if you don't wanna use them, I'll gladly take them," Mike said, rubbing his arms. He yawned and shivered again. "Well, I'm gonna see if I can sleep in this freak show. Do you want the couch or the floor?"
Ellie frowned. Of course she wanted to use them if only they weren't so dang dusty! "Umm... I'll take... the couch. If you don't mind," she said. She prayed that there was no bugs crawling inside the couch.
"Alright," Mike said. He noticed her frown, and lightened his expression. "If you want, I can take the sheets out into the dining room and shake out the dust..."
Ellie didn't deny his offer. In fact, she took the liberty to grab all of sheets and walk to the dining room. "I'll help you," she said when she passed him.
"Good. I don't think we should split up in here," Mike said with a sigh of relief. "Those kinds of moments are prime opportunities for... Uh... Gangsters."
Ellie glanced at Mike then handed him a corner of the sheet. "Yeah, I'd rather not seperate anyways. At least just not in this place," she said, violently shaking the sheet which was probably not a good idea. Dust was every making her sneeze and some even got in her eyes.
Mike coughed and shook the blanket along with Ellie. He noticed her squinting at the dust and tried to keep his mind off the bad circumstances. "Haha, watch out! Dust storm!" He cheered foolishly.
Ellie starred, or technically squinted at Mike through the dust. A duststorm? She didn't quite understand what he was talking about at first and thought his sanity finally snapped. After a few seconds though she got it and started laugh only to cough the dust. "Ohhh, that wasn't a good idea," she said without trying to laugh again.
"Well, the good thing is, these sheets look clean," Mike said, shining the match light on them. "Let's get back to home base."
"Right," Ellie agreed, grabbing the sheets and making sure they don't touch the floor as she took them in. She sat on the couch and yawned. "Yep, I'm ready to hit the sack," she mumbled. She handed Mike a sheet. "Hopefully these are warmer than they look."
"Well, they're warmer than this air," Mike said, lying on the floor next to the wall. He winced and stretched out under the sheets. "Man, I wish these guys had tempurpedic," Mike said, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah," Ellie nodded, trying to imagine the couch as her bed at home. It didn't help that the couch sank in though. She grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her and then laid down. She stared at the ground for a bit.