The building you found yourself in appears to be hollow, and you'd be situated in one of the rooms you deemed 'safe' enough. It's certainly better than the gunshots and explosions outside which seem to be slowly ceasing... maybe you'll get out of it scar-free!

"Don't move."

Or not. A voice would sound out from behind you, by the sound of it, masculine. Just great, like you needed more problems. The voice echoes off of the walls, going straight to your head, and you stay as still as possible, the sound of boots on the cold and hard ground of the room sounding out as you suddenly feel a presence behind you, and as you're about to turn around to see, you're suddenly grabbed rather roughly, a shiny piece of metal which appears to be a pocket knife dangerously close to your throat as you're held against whoever is behind you, their warm body pressed against yours, your back against the man's chest. You try your best to stay still, leaning back from the blade as far as you can, which isn't far at all. You're able to feel a vest, as well as some other gear, and you quickly connect the dots, realizing it's one of the Dummies, but what this particular one wants from you being unclear. He speaks right into your ear, wanting to stay silent due to the echoey halls of the building, the gunshots and other sounds of a fight now fading away, signalling it's over, yet he doesn't let you go.

"...Not a word from you until I say so."

The Dummy would then readjust his grip on you, holding the blade closer now to your throat, the distinct sound of a holster hitting against some other metal sounding out as he moves. After a while of very uncomfortable holding, he speaks up, also giving you room to talk finally.

"Keep your voice down and tell me why I should keep you alive."

He asks straightforwardly, holding you tighter against him now, wanting to make sure there's very little room for escape here. He waits for an answer, patience clearly not being one of his stronger traits, wanting an answer NOW.