"I think we're probably going to die," Robin said matter-of-factly, but she took the piece of flannel anyway. She waited a few moments to see if anyone or anything was crawling out of the darkness towards them inside wherever they were, but they seemed to be alone for now. Thank God. "And I'm Robin, by the way. In case you're the last person I end up seeing in my life? We should probably know each other's names."
Robin holstered her gun and, very gingerly, pulled her shirt off. She could tell that the gash was deepest on her stomach and she pressed the flannel against it, cursing under her breath, before tightening the sleeves of her own shirt around it.
"Those things out there aren't fast. They only got close to us because I hit my head on that damn play structure. Who builds a play structure in the middle of a horror movie?" Robin picked her gun back up. "If we can get you moving just a little quicker than before, if they don't break open the door and eat us alive, maybe we have a chance."