I take quick stock of the doors, making sure the bolts and bars are in place. It seems secure enough although the mutants are actually howling on the other side now. I'm not sure if that's from pain or disappointment.
I look around the room and notice people inching into the lobby from the stairs, trying to take a closer look. I can't help but notice their horrified expressions. So many of them still seem in shock over what happened. It's been a month since the bombs destroyed our old lives and you would think they'd be used to plague-carrying mutants, hiding in hospitals, and rationed goods all around the country. I shake my head and scan the rest of the lobby.
The three other men seem fine if a little shaky from adrenaline as they pat each other on the back. The man on the ground is shaking and gulping in air but doesn't look injured.
I glance at Mia and grimace at the jagged cut on her forehead. "Mia, you're bleeding badly."
I just hope it wasn't from the mutants or it's already too late for her.
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