Hobbling around the other woman, following her arm with her phone in-hand lighting the way was the only manner Lisa could actually find the doorknob. Blood all over her hand made the metal slip through her fingers, and more than a few profane words slice through her teeth. After twisting her shirt around it to get a better grip, her heart bounced when it gave easily. Thank god the freaks didn't lock-up when they disappeared into thin-fucking-air.
Bearing most of her weight on the heavy door was the only way she could get it open, and not comfortably. Once she did, she twisted a hand in her companion's shirt and pulled her in too- slamming the doors shut behind them.