Doors were important. Maybe it was a dumb motto, but it worked for Mort. Being able to get a solid door between him and a horde of nasties at the right moment has saved his ass on more than one occasion since everything went straight to Hell. Yeah, using the crowbar might have been faster - noisier too - but his way worked for him. Besides, he couldn't even reach the top hinges so why try?
He took a deep breath as he put his tools away and grabbed his flashlight from the crook of his neck before starting to turn the knob. He couldn't hear anything on the other side of the door and it definitely seemed to be nothing more than the storage room, but the Good Lord sure as Hell knew he'd seen geeks pop out of stranger places in the past. Restroom stalls came to mind pretty quick if he thought about it. Way too many of those fuckers in restrooms for anything good too come out of it.
The door opened with a squeal of protest from hinges that hadn't been used in a long time. The gust of air from the old air in the room flowing out to mingle with the air in the rest of the place blew over them, bringing with it the chill and stale scent of a place long unopened. Mort couldn't actually see inside the room yet from his angle, but he gave the flashlight a couple shakes and shown it around the door as best he could to give the kid as much light as possible.
[ooc: feel free to say if there's anything surprising in there or not as you please :)]