It smelled like copper as you stumbled your way through the halls. Ignoring the cacophony of screams and gunshots while sluggishly walking in the building. Moving to turn a corner but being stopped by someone tugging you against the wall and covering your mouth. The man was missing an arm and had a chunk of shrapnel in his head and seemed shaky on his own feet but jerking his thumb around the corner at a pair of guards armed with rifles. Rasping quietly through a long unused voice: "Wait."