"Yeah, let's go there." With bacon in the name, it had to be good. At least that was what Murphy was banking on. He might even try something new. It wasn't difficult to find things they hadn't had before, considering they'd grown up on rations and then had to hunt and forage for their own food on the ground. Things were slightly better in Sanctum, but not by much.
As they walked, a vaguely familiar house seemed to crop up in the distance. Murphy figured it was just his mind, or his eyes, playing tricks. Seeing something that wasn't actually there. It was probably just a random house, painted the same pale yellow as the farm house Russell had built on Sanctum.