Emily, Still in the Restaurant/Cafeteria<br/><br/>In case there was any doubt that the shit had truly hit the fan, the explosions confirmed it, in Emily's mind. Well, that, and the shouting. And the cursing. And the screaming. And the gunfire, and the barking of ... dogs?<br/><br/><em>There has been a breach of the Vault’s integrity. All personnel are required to report to their assigned stations. There has been a breach of the Vault’s integrity. All personnel are required to report to their assigned stations … </em><br/><br/>"Oh, shut up," Emily snapped. She wiped tears from her eyes ... it was at that point she noticed she was crying, and that her hands were shaking. She shook her head, and took a deep breath.<em>Don't panic, don't panic, Em, not now ...</em><br/><br/>She glanced about the room. Everyone else seemed equally confused, or panicked, or both. Looking around some more, she realized that there was only one main entrance into the restaurant, and that presently it was unguarded and vulnerable.<br/><br/>She saw Jason, one of her former students, huddled in a corner. Jason was a bookworm, not all that strong, but at least he was a familiar face.<br/><br/>"Jason, come here, help me," Emily said, doing her best to speak in her stern no-nonsense teacher's voice. She tapped one of the larger dining tables. "We need to get this table up in front of the door. Tip it, slide it ... and we'll get this place sealed off from whatever's attacking us."<br/><br/>It sounded good, anyway,<br/><br/>With a grunt, Emily pushed at the table, and began doing her best to defend the cafeteria.<br/><br/>She hoped that was part of proper Vault procedures.