|Near the stairs to the basement|
Clarence had just arrived at the stairs when he heard a voice, a familiar voice, in fact, he was pretty damn sure who it was. The damn joker.
"Still able to crack jokes there, I see." Clarence spoke just loud enough for those in the basement to hear him while performing a last minute check on his weapons before entering, the pair of Ulaks replica were strapped onto his specially made belt, and the crowbar was hanging on his right, on the belt. He was already wearing a denim jacket that his mother gave him a a few years back, just in case they encountered those damned things when they were out; it was a miracle that he did not suffocate in that thing when he buttoned it. He was also well-equipped, in his own sense, to deal with the monstrosities that await them - a pair of leather gloves, while doesn't help much, would prevent infection at the very least, a pair of jeans, and hiking shoes to make sure he doesn't slip at a critical moment.
He entered the basement when he completed his check and peered into the window with the aid of a stool. He could see a few crawlers walking around aimlessly and at least one clawing at a door, probably heard a survivor or something.