"Okay, we don't have long to admire this place." I say. 

The metal walls are massive. Beams that are long enough to build trains tie together to hold the massive walls up. It seems a whole settlement could live in here. I can see some have even gotten electric lights, which I didn't think we could have. So many mysteries of the old world to uncover.

Mia starts to drag a huge military grade chest in front of the door to barricade it shut. Maybe, just maybe, she knows more about here than meets our eyes. I can only hope her knowledge is just as reliable as always.

"There should be weapons somewhere inside-" She says, when she faces me she freezes.

"What?" I ask.

"I don't think there are any survivors here." She says bleakly.

"What do you-" I turn and stop when I see what caught her.

Mutilated flesh and blood are everywhere. No bones found anywhere. Just pure gore. Mia is trying to keep her stomach. The gagging is near impossible for me to resist.

"Damn." She says.

"Think it was those things?" I ask.

We are careful as we walk through, as not to slip on pieces of muscles or various bits of organ. I shudder at the scent of death filling the air inside. No windows or doors really make a lot of room for movement of this terribly stagnant air. It is almost as if these people have been dead for days.

"Probably." Mia says.

"So what now?" I ask. 

"We prepare for an attack-" She replies as pounding on the door begins. 

Metal screeching at the door like nails on a chalkboard, as if they were claws when each hand would back away from the door. I feel my hairs stand on end and immediately Mia is barricading the door with chairs and desks. I quickly join her.

"What's the point of this?" I ask.

"Buying me time to get a plan together." She huffs angrily. "These fuckers are stubborn." She adds.

"What about the hologram cards we bought?" I ask.

"What about them?" She asks.

"What if they feel fear like we do?" I ask.

"We could scare them off..." Mia drifts for a moment.

The thoughts that fill her head have me questioning so much. She seems to be scanning the desk, door and its little window. She starts to chuckle.

"Got an idea?" I ask.

"Oh yeah, punch the window of the door out." She demands. "I'll hold the barricade. Just do it." She adds.

"Right." I say.

I scramble to the desk and stand on it, smacking the metal rod that holds the electric whip against it so it shatters. I look at Mia. She gives me a thumbs up.

"Now trade places with me." She says as I hop off of the desk. 

I go ahead and push against the barricade. She walks up behind me and slips her hand into my pocket to get the deck of cards. I can't help but fight my urge to move away, as this was not expected. She smiles as she kisses me on the cheek.

"Thanks, I know what card to use, I think." She says, flowing through the deck.

"Right." I can't think of what else to contribute at the moment. 

Her confidence never stops amazing me. She is so bold and comfortable in nearly every situation. In a way, I envy her confidence. I wish I was as suave with myself.