The sirens continued to blare their warnings, each wail seeming to almost sound forlorn and sorrowful as if the machines themselves knew that their purpose would soon be rendered moot.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>At David Mitchum's bunker the camera panned back and forth taking in the whole crowd. After it had scanned the entire mob of people a soft hiss could be heard as the wheel on the front of the door began to turn counter clockwise. A minute later it opened outwards. Standing in the door way was David Mitchum, he was dressed in a black bath robe, and didn't seem nervous at all. In his hands he held a Striker (http://members.shaw.ca/tmcveigh/Projects/GunRights/images/striker.jpg) 12 gauge shotgun, at his side stood a large, lean, German Shepard (http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u84/Woliverjr/Dayna/Dayna111409.jpg). It's teeth were bared and it seemed the only thing keeping it from running out and locking its jaws around someone's neck was extremely good training.<br/><br/>Despite the obvious air of control and power that David had made a point of presenting, one man obviously wasn't too impressed. He pushed his way forward before anyone else could react. A tire iron in his hand held up threateningly as he began to speak "you better fuckin let us in you son of a bi...."<br/><br/>He was never able to finish his threat, before the last words had even left his mouth his sentence was cut off by the report of David's shotgun. Had this been another situation merely being caught possessing the striker would have been enough to see David facing quite a few charges. The weapon was a military shotgun and extremely deadly. But these were not normal times and the number of laws he had broken was the last thing on David's mind. The man who had attempted to 'storm' David's bunker was now flat on his back with a very large hole in his chest. "This magazine carries 20 rounds that I can fire on full auto if I want!" David shouted out "so no more hero stuff!"<br/><br/>He let his words sink in for a minute before continuing "I only have enough room for one or two more people" he said his eyes moving through the crowd as if trying to decide who "Any more than that and my bunker is just going to be a high tech grave."<br/><br/>He pointed first at Parker, then at Kelly. "How much to you weigh and what do you have with you?" he asked. His tone brisk and businesslike. Although no one knew it he had one more tool with him, a small wrist watch. He'd done his homework and he knew that there would be roughly thirty to fifty minutes between the warning sirens going off and the bombs hitting. He'd set his watch to go off in 20 minutes as soon as the sirens had started. He had to decide who he was going to take now....the clock was ticking.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The first set of doors (http://mayang.com/textures/Architectural/images/Doors%20and%20Gates/metal_door_4161582.JPG) to the public shelter opened less than 2 minutes after Auriok had made it to the front of the crowd, it took them a few seconds to open fully but even as they were in the process of moving upwards people were squeezing through  the ever growing gap between the doors and the floor. The room that these doors opened too was nothing more than a 10 yard long hallway which was divided into several smaller corridors by waist high metal racks similar to those used by the city for bike racks. At the end of each of these corridors stood a setup very similar to the security stations at an airport, complete with metal detectors for people an their bags. The main difference between these gateways and an actual airport was the fact that these were guarded by stern looking men and women wearing what seemed to be   security guard uniforms  (http://www.specopstactical.com/shop/catalog/images/30020_NAVYBLUE_SHORT_SLEEVE_GENUINE_POLICE_UNIFORM_SHIRT.jpg) and armed with M16s. "Please proceed forward in a calm fashion" one of the guards said into a megaphone "you will be processed and then admitted into the shelter as quickly as possible. "I repeat please proceed forward in a calm orderly fashion." Along the hallway's walls were several signs each one with what the designers of the shelter must have thought to be important information such as "No Animals" and "only one bag per person please!" Beyond the security station stood a large blast door (http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20090626/Thick_door_610x405.jpg) with the C.E.D.A. Logo (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100831231629/left4dead/images/0/00/CEDA_1.jpg) on it.<br/><br/>