Charlie crept into the room to get a little better look, but when he did, he accidentally knocked something off a desk, sending pencils and pens scattering across the floor.
Donovan sprinted over and pointed a rifle at Charlie.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, with wide eyes.
"My name is Charlie. Please, don't shoot. I ..."
Donovan lowered his gun. "Great. Now I have to babysit a fucking civilian."
"What happened to everyone?"
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"Actually, I was underground."
Donovan raised an eyebrow, not understanding what Charlie meant by that. But he shook off his comment and began to tell Charlie what happened while he was gone ...
