"Why don't we open it? They've all run away!" The young man looked puzzled at the old man who kept calling him grandson.
A burly man pushed through the crowd and shouted at the young man, "Kid, stop yakking. If you don't open it, give me the key. I want to get out; I'm tired of living this damn life."
As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the key from the young man's hand.
Seeing this, the old man quickly said, "Didn't you hear the gunshots outside? Something big must have happened outside, or else we wouldn't hear gunshots from here, and even the ones watching over us have fled.
You all heard the content from the walkie-talkie earlier, right? Rebellion, they are fighting."
The burly man sneered and mocked, "Isn't that perfect? It gives us a chance to escape. Kid, hand over the key."
"You've seen how the wall is built, you know it's not finished yet. With all that gunfire, and now it's night, the zombies might come in!
