Pre into Post-Lockdown, Outside, Open.
Since he had absolutely no skill at lock-picking, Malcolm had opted to take the job of guarding one of the entrances from any approaching danger. He could shout for the others to get the hell out of there, and buy them some time with his trusty baseball bat if it came down to it.
Not much was happening. He was pacing back and forth, baseball bat swinging in one hand, and he'd somehow ended up holding onto Grey's damaged bra for her, as well. This might actually work. There was no sign of anyone approaching.
What he hadn't anticipated was that the danger would already be inside. Since no one had made themselves known immediately, perhaps they'd been foolish to assume that meant they had time.
The door closed so suddenly and with such a force that there was absolutely nothing that Malcolm could have done about it. He stared at it for a few horrified seconds, and then exploded into pointless action.
"NonononoNO! Fuck you! No! Open this fucking door right now, you fucking cunts!" he screamed, his bat coming into violent contact with the metal door, letting a clang echo across the island.
"Open it! Cunt! If you so much as fucking touch her I will fucking hunt you down, and I will fucking boot you in the fucking nuts so hard you'll end up with fucking three adam's apples! They'll have to hook you up with a fucking drip just to keep you alive long enough so I can fucking come round every fucking day just to cause you some serious fucking pain!" he was screaming, the words spewing out of his mouth before he even thought about them properly.
What followed was simply a yell as he repeatedly bashed the wooden bat against the door, clanging over and over, his arms working on pure adrenaline.
"Come out here, you fucking bastard! Get the fuck out here!"