The sound of an automatic weapon shattered the silence of the night like a pane of glass, and Richard dropped to his knees,100 feet from the thick steel door, the muscles in his face contracting with fear. His hands shot into his pockets and his cold fingers fumbled for the small butane lighter. Clicking it to life he extended his arm high above his head, waving the orange flame.

“HOLD YOUR FIRE !! I’M HUMAN !”

There was a moment of silence, and then the weapon cried out again. Richard jumped to his feet in tears as a trail of metal slugs tore through the column of dry earth to his right. Now he was hysterical as he sprinted for the door under the unseen gunners post.

“STOP IT! JUST LET ME IN NOW !!!”

He reached the locked door just in time to hear a choirs of blood curdeling screams, accompanied by a third round of gunfire from above, now firing nonstop. The targets burst from the foliage, the bullet ridden bodies flying towards the baracade. Richard turned away from the door and ran for the woods.