“What do you think?” asked Jorge, as he looked at what turned out to be a pile of skeletons in the back of the freezer.
“That makes sense, presumably we’re supposed to be next.” He continued, referring to Eric and himself.
Not today, he thought, as he tried to work the door and then started with the fan supply. The lighting was dim, but he was able to find the mounting hardware. Using a shelf keeper for a pan-head screwdriver, he removed the screen and forced the rest from there.
Desperation has a funny way of making people incredibly resourceful.