"I'm sorry, guys. I'd t-take you to my normal place... but those guys will be there, and we'd have to fight. I'd rather avoid trouble... Besides, you'll be impressed, I guarantee it. The space I've got down here is pretty sweet: its a former nuke shelter, b-built back during that whole Cold War craze. The guy that built it was just as p-paranoid as I am, stocked it full of all sorts of neat stuff. No TV though, just radio."
Patrick turned left, and opened the door, leading everyone inside.
"H-here, there's some beds in the room on the l-l-left you can put S-Sarah down on. I've got some f-food I can grab for you all too, gimmie a second."