Three are in already and the rest are bumping in. You skirt around the tables, sliding them as obstacles in the zombies path. But they reach they're grasping hands out at you and one catches the back of your shirt in a hard lock. You wrestle with it as the others close in. Paul Merto bites you with the no emotion blankness in his eyes. You howl in pain and break free in a mad pushing kicking lash. You run to the front doors and they are auto locked to prevent contaminating the outside. You are stuck in here with the zombies who are shambling after you.
Your shoulder is bleeding from the bite.