Re: Pre into Post-Lockdown, Outside, Open.
Grey had been right about feeling a little better once she was inside, once she actually had something to do. True it had taken her a few seconds to get her head round the size of the place, and the number of people inside, but she'd pushed that all aside quickly enough and just focused on attempting to get people out of there, using the underwire of her bra, probably not the greatest tool for the job, but better than nothing at least. She'd almost managed to get one of the doors open when suddenly it went pitch black and the doors clanged shut. She froze instantly, a very real sense of dread washing over her. She knew where Malcolm was, though that didn't make the situation a great deal better, since where he was was the other side of a locked door.
"No," she muttered into the dark. "No, no, no, no." She took a deep breath, listening to the voice over the speaker system. Subjects, oh well that wasn't at all sinister, was it? Still she had more important things to think about right now.
She moved towards where she thought the door was, not the greatest idea considering how dark it was, but she managed to make it over without falling over which was a start.
"Malcolm!" she shouted, catching bits of his tirade of abuse as she raised her cricket bat and did much the same as he was on the other side, even though she knew it was pointless. She wasn't really sure what else to say. It seemed pretty hypocritical to tell him not to worry and that was she could really think of at the moment.