The building wasn’t very large. Two hallways branched off the main reception area, with its floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the parking lot and the shattered glass doors. The last of the sun’s rays illuminated the hallways, so if they were going to investigate, they would have to do so before the light disappeared. Adam stayed behind, as if the circular desk might offer some small shelter in case of an attack. Ronnie and Court headed down the hall on the right to check out the place.
“Who’s going to attack?” Court mused aloud. The acrid scent of stale urine and feces grew stronger with each step he took, and before he even saw the sign, he knew this hallway led to the men’s restroom. Apocalypse or not, the men’s room always stank the same way, no matter where it was. Court didn’
