The front door is of heavy iron, the bottom of the building looks like it was designed to stop a bomb from harming the interior. This house was clearly made back during the war. As you glance up, you see that it's been built on top of, the building is now so tall it goes cleanly into the roof of the cave. There's a clear line where the pre-aftermath building ends and the new additions begin. As you step inside, the clerk is lazily reading a book, taking no notice. On the left is a staircase, leading up. The whole room looks like it was designed to be a bunker, thick walls, heavy desks bolted to the floor, and what's now holding the keys to the rooms above clearly used to be a gun rack. The floor is scratched and dusty, like a battle took place there. As you climb the stairs, the walls start to look a lot less ready-for-war. Thinner walls with better insulation, it already feels less drafty up here. The staircase leads upwards, every floor containing two rooms on each corner. As you reach the top of the staircase, there's only one door; there's no deadbolt on it unlike the other doors. As you open it and step outside, you feel a draft; you're standing on a small balcony. As you turn around, you can see the building goes into the roof of the cave, yes it does. You're really high up! You step back inside and down one flight, opening the door on the left. To your right is a wall, very immediate. It's thick enough that the neighbors cant hear you talking. Along that wall is all the essentials, a refrigerator containing flowers, a tap with running water, and a small stove-top. In the far corner of the wall is a small washing machine. Cabinets line the wall as well. The area around this utility area is wood, but as you look left you see that about a quarter of the way, the floor turns to carpet. A metal bed sits in the far corner, pressed and clean. A internal room is built up in one corner. A couch facing the window sits in the center of the room with other, smaller comforter chairs around it. As you step to that internal room and open the door, you're hit with the smell of cleaning supplies. It's the bathroom. A stand-up shower sits in one corner, the toilet in another, and the sink directly in front of the toilet. It's crampt, but there's enough room for one person at a time. You shut the door and look about the apartment once again; it's a nice enough place to live. The room next door would be the exact same layout, only mirrored.