"Bad luck for you you ended up here then, lady." Chris said grimly. He scratched his cheek. He did not really have anything to reinforce the door with - he could drag the fridge in front of it but there was no telling how much that would help if they could get the steel gate down. This whole thing was practically enough to make him just want to get something sharp and open a vein to escape the nightmare that he was in now. But he did not. He was not at that point yet.<br/><br/>"We should get out of here . . . I don't have supplies to hold out here." The big guy said. "Maybe we can find a gun store or a Wal-Mart to loot." It was not like the cops would really care at this point.