wounded civilians was the last thing he needed.
He walks towards the back wall slowly, aiming the rifle ahead into the darkness where he finds a large power switch. Pulling the lever down he reaches up to remove the goggles expecting the lights to come on. But they don’t, and he re aims the rifle towards the dark corridor.
It looks clear, but he sticks with his instinct and they proceed slowly. The night was already full of surprises and he didn’t want to get caught off guard again.
Steve: Did they not make it here? They had a plane… Maybe they went somewhere else? Assholes. They better still be alive!
I died and then risked my neck big time to make sure they got out of that hellhole.