He got the keys to all illuminate red, and thought he was through the door, but a second set of keys now illuminated, and presented him with trouble. This time symbols.

The water was now waist deep, and climbing as he attempted to figure this second set. This time it went slower for him, as he had to fight to keep footing as the water rose to his neck. He dove under the water in each attempt, and was able to finally get the lock open as the hall filled to capacity.

The door slid open, and the rushing water pulled him through, and it sped through the opening. He came to rest halfway down the hall, and saw the door re-close automatically despite the torrent rushing through. It pinched off the water, and silence met his ears for the first time since the klaxon went off. He gasped for air, and looked around as he tried to asses his situation.

What was going on?

He stood on shaky legs, and looked around. This was a brighter corridor than the cell block. It looked like the quarters for the guards, and had a lounge at one end with a wall mounted T.V.. He crept up towards the lounge, and saw no one.

?Odd.” He thought. Shouldn’t? there be at least one person on guard despite the commotion outside? Just past the lounge, around the corner on the left, were the guard?s sleeping quarters. He decided to outfit himself with whatever he could find. Something bad was happening, and he wasn?t going to be caught off-guard.

The first door on the right was a sparse room with a neatly made bed, and a desk. Inside the desk drawer was a TAZER gun. A definite keeper and he tucked it into his belt. There wasn?t much else so he moved on the next room. He found the jackpot this time. A shotgun, and extra rounds was his for the taking, as well as a sniper rifle. He had fired a rifle many times in training for the civil defense. His father had showed him how to clean, care for, and spot one in, but never anything of this caliber. They were inside a cabinet with another electronic lock. Sergei tried to fumble the lock, but this one defied his every effort. The series made no sense, and he was extremely frustrated. The facility rocked again, and his patience grew thin. He looked around, found a metal pole used to support the sink basin. He tugged at it, and it broke free reluctantly. He attempted to break the glass the guns were in, but it was apparently bulletproof, and only spidered to his dismay.