"Well, all hell's broken loose, maybe literally, so you better stick with me," Eric said to Anya.<br/><br/>He froze suddenly, as if he heard something. "Shh, be very quiet," he said in a hushed tone as he strained to listen.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he grabbed Anya by the wrist and pulled her along urgently. "Come on! There's a few of them in the library, I think. We gotta watch our backs. I know a safe place."<br/><br/>He took her down the hall, nearly pulling her along in his haste, turned a corner, and went down another long side hall before shoving a door open and pulling Anya inside with him, closing the door behind him.<br/><br/>The room looked like some kind of utility space, filled with shelves stacked with toilet paper and sundries. There were circuit breaker boxes along one wall, and cleaning supplies, push along book trollies and a few discarded computers.<br/><br/>Eric stood at the door, his ear to it as though listening for something out in the hall. When he seemed satisfied, he smiled at her and stood at ease. "It's okay, you're safe in here. We better sit tight for a bit, though."