Sturdy enough

Your Status: Strong Resistance, Infection at 4%

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers

Your Inventory: Pistol A (15/15), Flip Lighter, Mini Flashlight, Jury-rigged cord

You start to run, even as you watch their hands slam on the glass, large webs of cracks forming from where they hit. But they don't break. You're glad about that, though you aren't sure just how long it will last. You sprint for the hallway, barely pausing to grab the bundle of cord. You easily reach it, surprised at how strong the windows are, though as you reach the corner right before the stairwell, the sound of shattering glass echoes through the empty building.

You waste no time as you make the turn, pulling open the door and tossing the cord in before you slip in and close the door, stopping just before the door latches. Your split second decision seems to work; though you can't see them in the dark hallway, the sound of the Infected horde trampling around the corner and farther down the corridor makes you believe that you managed to escape. You still wait a few moments to be certain before allowing the door to latch closed. You cringe at just how loud the click rings in the silence, and quickly pull out you flashlight before grabbing the cord and retreat to the safety of the shelter.

The lights are still on as you meet up with Rebecca, who has a slightly sheepish look on her face.
"Thought it would save a little on the batteries if I kept the power going a little longer."

"So I carried a live cord that could have zapped me while being chased by Infected?" You state, still
a little unnerved about it.

Her eyes widened at that. "I didn't think about that! I'm so sorry! I'll go turn it off right now."

She bolts before you can say anything else, taking one of the duffel bags with her. You blink, before
you sigh and begin to prepare for the trip. You tuck your pistol into your jeans, and slip the pocketknife beside your lighter. Finished, you close the duffel bag and shoulder both it as well as the other one. As soon as you do, the lights snap off, plunging you into darkness.

You manage to stand, but the total darkness claws at you mentally, drawing to the front of your mind every fear you have as well as driving your paranoia into a frenzy. You know what is in room, you know that you're alone, but your mind easily supplants those facts, imaginary Infected as well as other horrors forming around you, the urge to draw your gun and kill them grows, becoming nearly irresistible until you realize that your eyes are getting used to the darkness, the fake monsters disappearing as the darkness lessens. Wait... That's not right. You don't get 'used' to pure darkness....

The answer comes at the same time as a rather cheery voice reaches your ear. "Alright, we're ready
to go. Let me gr... are you alright?"

"Yeah...Just remind me to keep a light on." You answer, as Rebecca enters the room with the lantern on. She nods, still a little worried, before setting down the lantern to sling the sole remaining duffel bag onto her back. Picking the lantern back up, she asks "Ready?"

You yourself quickly scoop up the shotgun, before replying with a simple, "Yeah." And with that, you set out together.