SAM
Using one long stick, the creatures tip the basin full of gasoline and all the contents spill down the hallway, into our rooms and down all the way to the store and beyond.
“What the f**k? What are we gonna do Sam?" Nelson asks, awe written all over his face.
Right now as matters stand he can't even smoke a cigarette. The fumes of the spilt gasoline fills the whole hallway and a small spark is all that's needed to start an inferno. We have been beaten in our own game. I hadn't anticipated them to be this intelligent.
They start poking their sticks through the grills, thrusting with immense strength while others try smashing through the gate. The metallic gate rattles as they shake furiously, yearning for our souls.
“Look for another fire extinguisher, I will connect the water pipe
