Zombies? These guys were all crazy. It wasn't the craziest thing Sam had heard of, and definitely not the strangest one that people thought were real. He was, after all, tangentially associated with the Flynn Lives guys.
Crazy talk aside, he wanted to get out of here and fast. Unfortunately, his skill set was limited to computers, things with engines, jumping from high places, and Capoeria. None of which was particularly useful at the moment unless someone got violent.
Instead, he was going to see what they were facing down. He wandered over to the doors labeled Supply Room and listened to see if there was anyone or anything on the other side for a moment before pushing it open.
Inside was a dusty counter and some equally dusty shelves. It reminded him of some of the old warehouses by the docks, but without the smell of rust and harbor water.