Virgil had plans. Many of them for their new potential hide out. None of them however were put into reality to show off when Richie arrived. It was just like it looked on the outside. Run down. Abandoned. Nobody was going to want it any time soon, but he was determined to change all that. The place he'd chosen in the small set was toward the back. The first few apartments would be sort of a cover up for what he really had in mind. When Richie stepped inside it was dusty and old and defiantly could use a fixer upper, but between two boys with nothing but creativity and time on their hands to wait for an apocalypse it was the perfect project.
Virgil had been on the far side of the room when he heard Richie's voice carry through the room. It was set up to be almost a studio flat. One bedroom, nice kitchen area, wood floors that were still solid, and a roof that actually looked like it was going to hold rather then cave on top of them.
"Over here Rich." He turned to face his friend with an amused smirk. "What do you think? It needs a few dozen coats of paint, but we've done worse."