"Follow me." He said, sprinting through the landscape, coming upon a decent fort, with broken cars and scrapmetal walls, one of the gates made of a iron fence that wasn't used from the old graveyard. When they were all in, he pulled down the lever. The ground was covered with wood, meaning it wasn't that bad. There was a small tunnel leading underground. It was in the middle of a small, safe haven with clean water, and grassy plains, about 5000 yards out on all sides, defended further by iron spike-fences.