An undamaged house

You head off down the street moving into an area of modest middle class homes. There had obviously been an immense amount of disorder, and you could see bodies, or what was left of them, garbage, clothing, and all manner of possessions strewn about the yards. All of the homes were broken into, and about half had been on fire and were mostly burned out. Just as you despair of finding anything useful in the rubble you see a house that looks strangely untouched. You move up to the door of the house and check it seeing that it is locked.

You walk around the house and find all doors locked, all windows boarded up. You try knocking on the door and get no answer hostile or other wise. You deicide to kick the back door in, this house should have some useful items as it is in such good shape. Backing up, you slam your foot against the door, the door shakes but does not open, and your foot hurts like hell. You back up a few steps and give it another try running at the door and giving it your best kung fu kick, you can feel yourself slipping as you hit the door, but as you are falling to the ground you can see the door being shoved inward and at the same time the door explodes into a million pieces. A huge blast from inside the house blows the door apart. You are lying on your back with the wind half knocked out of you, covered in pieces of blown apart door, wondering what the hell happened. You slowly rise up a little and look inside the house, you see a shotgun pointing at you and realize that you are probably going to die any second. Then at second glance you realize that the shotgun is part of some elaborate trap you activated when you kicked in the door. You also realize that the blast would have blown your head off if you had not been so clumsy and slipped.

Standing up you move into the house and are greeted by the most god awful smell, one you have become very familiar with over the past few weeks, the smell of rotting human flesh. You find the source of the smell in the living room, the owner of the house, a plague victim. You also find four other places where the owner, you can't even tell if the owner was a man or woman, set other shot gun traps. You walk through the house quickly trying not to gag at the horrible odor, but you find a treasure trove of supplies and weapons. In addition to the five shotguns there are several high powered rifles, and what looks like a military issue automatic weapon. There are about a dozen pistols, and enough ammo for the pistols and rifles to start a small war. There is also a huge cache of dried and canned food in the basement, more than enough to last thought the coming winter.

You say a blessing to the paranoid survivalist who owned the house and defended it well enough to preserve it for you. The weapons and food will allow you to survive, and hopefully defend yourself against any threats. You grab one of the shot guns and a couple of boxes of shells, as well as some packets of dehydrated food. It will be a welcome change from the canned shit you have been eating so far. It is already growing dark and you decide to head back to your new base camp and tackle the job of moving the supplies with the help of the girls in the morning.

As you walk back through the ruined neighborhood you count your blessings that you did not get your head blown off, and pray the sound of the guns firing did not attract any unwanted attention. You walk slowly and carefully listening and looking for any thing out of the ordinary but you do not see or hear anything.