He'd just wanted water. Really! He'd taken one of the smaller guns that he was pretty sure he'd watched be loaded up and decided to fill a bucket and bring it back. Maybe pee somewhere in the woods quickly.
So he'd gone up into the light. Found the tree's first. Then the bucket.
But he tripped, going down the stairs. His shoulder hit the door, slammed it shut.
And it locked.
The cats were still in there.
Ehmoi tripped over himself trying to get back up the stairs, then into the loft.
But his hoof tore like the hangnail from hell, left him hobbled.
He was stuck.
In an empty building, with a pile of dead people behind it.
He cowered behind the bar clutching the bucket of water he'd pumped and a gun he could barely lift.