He drove us towards the huge wall of a tall building. There a thick metal door showed, Bernthal approached, took his bunch of keys, opened it, and gave us passage to a narrow hallway. He asked us to move to the end while he locked it. We were all quite frightened by the distrust of the man and the town, I mean, it looked safe and we had been allowed to pass, but according to several end-of-the-world movies, nice people are usually the worst people.
We waited for the man at the end of the corridor in front of a huge door, he approached and simply opened it letting us out into the light. A long street with tall street lamps on the sidewalks, with numerous businesses on each side, all closed and with boarded-up doors and windows. A few feet away from us I could see an old red pickup truck s
