The roar of Thomas's shotgun was matched by its capacity to blow away the next grouping of zombies coming at him into tiny chunks of zombies raining down on him. This is definitely not what he had imagined would lay beyond the storage room he walked into about ten or so minutes ago...
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Thomas gripped the steel handle of the storage room door and gave it a tug. It was quite heavy and barely budged an inch. He planted his feet on the ground and heaved with his entire weight. Success! The door finally groaned and slowly swung towards him. He walked in and was surprised to find himself in what looked to be an indoor prison, but the area seemed a little bit too big for it. He found himself in a room that could probably come to about a few thousand square feet by itself
