“Hello?” I say. “Is someone there? Let me in…”
Again, there is no answer. I hear mad, clumsy scrambling coming from the other room as whoever’s in there goes away. F**k it, i’m kicking down the door.
On the first kick, my foot hurts like hell. I don’t have that much strength in my legs. More up towards the arms. But i’d rather die than be stuck back out in the wasteland.
On the second kick, the door budges a little. That means the third kick is going to make more progress.
And as expected, it opens on the third. I take no time to check the place out. I want to see who’s here. I was intrigued at first. But now i’m mad. Whoever this is has to answer a few questions from me. Why’re you running? Why don’t you feel like meeting someone for the first time in probably years? And if it’s a dude, why don’t you feel like reviving a dead species? I walk into the room they were just in. Looks like a control room of sorts, or a security room. Where did they go? I see many doors, and all but one are open. I take a guess. The closed one is probably the one they went to, and closed it in panic. So I open it, and I’m greeted by a stairwell going up and down. I don’t hesitate and rush upwards. Probably just common sense that the escape would be towards the surface. Besides, the stairs down were dark and closed off. No thanks.