Lisa winced hard, commiserating with the pained yell that came out of the other woman, mostly because she knew she'd had a big part in it, but it'd been unavoidable- that much was clear by the enraged banging coming from the other side of the door; the things out there that'd lost their prey throwing themselves against it. Thankfully, so far, they weren't getting it open.
Lisa had no delusions that it would stay that way.
"First thing's first," she huffed coarsely, feeling around the knob to find a lock. She found it, clicked it over, and breathed for the first time in what felt like forever. It wouldn't last, but it would help.
Afterward, a thorough search of their complimentary 'communication devices' assured that they were, in fact, just that. Barely anything more than a glorified texting machine. "Nothing-" Frustration, pain, and panic made her voice harsh. "These are basically useless unless we're calling for help. Unless you got a better idea?"
The sound of tearing fabric joined her voice as she pulled at the sleeves of her flannel, prying them off one at a time. "Besides making sure neither one of us bleed to death, I mean."