John boarded the front door from outside very clearly and cleanly. When he tried to open it, it was impossible to do so without shoving, then bashing through the thick wood. He didn't try his luck, though, and went around to the back door and started on it. Using the same wood planks he nailed half onto the far side of the door, lining it up with a piece of small wood that was already on the side of the house. That way it would look as if the wood were completely over the door and the house itself, though it could still be opened. He nailed down sheets of plywood over the rest of it and slid into the kitchen again, closing it and shoving a spare hammer in between the knob and a small metal hook that looked to have held a paper towel roll.

Turning around, John found Niko sleeping in a rather precarious position, and snickered. It was his first real laugh in a while, and he stepped forward, lifting him up and depositing him on the couch in the living room before heading back to the cleaning supplies he found. At least he wouldn't have to use much of this water, even with a working faucet. He took everything from the bucket and looked through the cleaning supplies. Off-brand floor cleaners and one that was actually a scented wood polisher. It was supposed to 'smell like spring', but when he smelled it, John could liken the scent to factory-made oxygen---sewer-like and full of chemicals. He shrugged, setting it aside and pouring equal amounts of floor cleaner and water into the bucket, setting it on the floor and dampening the mop, sliding it over the blood and dirt and scooping it up. He would have to find something to clean up the excess, but at least the place would smell a little better.