Once they reached the second floor, Blaine shoved the door open out onto the walkway, starting across only to come to a halt, staring out the glass that lined the sides into the scene of the parking lot. It was like something out of a movie.
There were military vehicles with mounted guns and emergency vehicles and smoke from fires and people everywhere, some laying on the ground unmoving. Military personnel were firing guns at--
Blaine forgot all about Kurt for the moment and stepped closer to the glass as his eyes widened. There were people in hospital gowns, and some wearing nothing at all, and they were shuffling across the lawn, across the parking lot, and bullets weren't stopping them. They were bloody, and some were missing limbs, and one's head was tilted awkwardly like their neck was broken.
"Kurt," Blaine whispered, terror and nausea warring within him. "Are you seeing--" He broke off as he watched one of the shuffling figures walk right up to a soldier with a gun and just... started tearing into him. More of the shuffling figures joined him while the soldier flailed until he was moving no more.
Blaine spun away and dropped to his knees, vomiting.