CHAPTER 9:
Closing the metal door as quietly as possible, I glanced around the bright warehouse. I plastered my back to the concrete wall and crouched, searching for the best place to explore first.
Damn it. I was totally out in the open, and I had no idea which way to go. My breathing sped up. What the hell was I doing?
The massive amount of merchandise stored here was overwhelming. Stacks upon stacks of full pallets stocked the endless aisles of metal shelves, and these shelving units were arguably as tall as a frigging dinosaur.
How in the hell did these people find anything here? Or here's a better question. How in the hell did they stack stuff so high, and then get it down later?
I ran across to the closest shelf and crouched near the end. Where was everyone? I surveyed the area,
