Armory

"I'm going to blow all of you bastards away." You silently mutter under your breath, as you push yourself further, leaving the inmates behind. Out of the fire, you can't help but think that they weren't really trying hard to catch you at that moment. Letting yourself have a sigh of relief, you quickly dash towards the armory doors.

As you approach, it was made evident that you were not the only officer who had the same idea. Littering the floor were discarded officer uniforms, undergarments, batons, blood and even several unfortunate male officers who didn't make it. Now, this sight really didn't help in encouraging you push on, fearing that you made the wrong choice after all. However, you do not have a choice unless you're brave enough to run back in the direction of the inmates following you, no doubt in your head that their ranks would have increased by the time your backtrack.