Lopez had ran for the only open door he had seen, thank god the door had a lock on it and it seemed to be working for now. All Lopez had seen when he ran in ws a large room with tables and chairs, then he had turned around to slam the door shut, lock it and back away with his Springfield at the door, there was pounding on the other side of the door bit the door was holding, thank god. He breathed a sigh of relife and then relized he ahd his abck to an open room that he ahd not checked. he spun around expecting to see more of those....those things! but the room was empty except for more tables and chairs then lopeze had thought, looks like he ahd run for the mess hall.
The tables were relativly undisturbed, some even had rotten food still on them, till his eyes drifted to the middle of the room, where the only light was coming from. There all the tables and chaits were either fliped on there sides ot in a tight circle. juging from the smears of blood, bullet holes and empty shell casings a major battle took place here, some sort of final stand from the looks of it, one that he wasn't sure who had one, all he was sure of was that there was a lot of buzzing coming from inside the makeshift cover of the tables and chairs....
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