<br/>I start to head straightaway for the opening across the room, when I start at the appearance of - faces? out of the corner of my eye. I spin, aiming the gun down the first aisle - I'm less sure what I'm looking at now that I'm looking at them straight on, but whatever it is has me on edge, and I don't want to continue until I know what I'm looking at. I start to move slowly down the aisle, my gun held ahead of me, trying to make out what it is I'm approaching in the flickering torchlight.