Dawn.

The kind man went to check inside the room first before he invited Amy to go inside.

The room was spacious, and it seems to remain a proper staff room. There was a sofa, a surveillance monitor, a small fridge, and a toilet.

The night seems no end, and the silence is making it more awkward for her.

He sits next to the doctor as they share a thermal blanket found stashed in the closet of one of the workers' lockers left in the room and the small couched.

Minutes pass to an hour or two, and she tries to collect her thoughts when the man, sitting with her slight lean on her.

His hair has concealed his face and her curiosity to know her savior, and then she gently parted it to tuck in his ears.

The glittering lights from the moon were presented an attractive appearance to him. His lustrous hair produces some waves, and it was slightly blonde. The good looking face genuinely surprises her.

She stood there earnestly tries to recall precisely the decent man next to her.

Amy is sure to herself that he was a stranger, an unfamiliar face but a profound sense of pleasant familiarity, her other hand naturally felt her yearning heart. She feels relaxed with him gently leaning to her shoulder sleeping, the fear she felt at the horrifying sign of brutally killing another person was unimaginable even for a doctor like her seeing and smelling iron from the blood that splattering in the air.

She instantly remembers her mobile phone and tried to dial something when she felt the weight leaning on her is gone.

"You should rest! I'll keep watching."

"You must be a little shocked." He parted misplace hair that covered her beautiful face then tuck in behind her ears.

Does she look at him with observing eyes questioning? She doesn't seem unwelcoming to his ideas, but this man remains a significant stranger to her.

Unconsciously she extends her right index finger in his left cheek.

Before she could take back her finger, he gently grasps it and caringly asked. Are you okay? You slipped in the way here while trying to escape into this place."

"I'm sorry it was my fault!".He blamingly said.

Her meek voice asked gently with genuine concerns and direct questions.

"Who are you?". The doctor asked.

"Where are we?" Her black pearl-like eyes show a little worry.

"How did I get here?" She tried composing herself and keep calm. Being a doctor, she consistently displays remarkable patience to ask while observing simultaneously.

His jade-like green eyes show enormous concerns.

"Who... Who are you precisely?

"No! These must be a dream?" Telling herself.

Troubled inside, shakes her head, then her palms covered her face. Convincing herself that it was the sole answer to her questions.

She lifts her face examined at him and hesitantly grabs his hands, "they are warm" before she could utter another word, the man smiled and pinched her left cheeks.

"Ouch! That?"

Not waiting for her favorable reaction, he scooped her lovely face with those mighty tender hands and resolutely, looks at her.

Their eyes met, and before he was adept, to unseal his sensual lips, rumbling creepy noise can be heard inside and outside the storage area.

Growling ferociously, Shelves is falling listlessly from all unknown directions underneath them, breaking noise at metal scratching along the steel walls. Unusual sounds of unknown, animals/terrible creatures? Wolf? Drooling in excessive hunger, that will eagerly devour anything alive in the upfront.

Amy was momentarily lost because of the terrifying sounds and unconsciously the remarkable man's massive but gentle hands next to her.

He gently squeezed her graceful fingers smilingly, assuring her paramount safety.

They gradually closed in the side window and to carefully investigate the unique situation below them.

As both watched but can barely see some shelvings, the storage room has crashed down.

Practically she shouted hysterically in absolute silence when he spoke gently over her sensitive ears in a dominating but soothing voice that cautiously made her desperate to stay calm.

Amy bites her lower lip, to painstakingly avoid speaking aloud, but the slight taste of wrought iron slid between its prominent gaps in her attractive mouth.

The violent commotion escalates, A and in the odd still of dull dawn, wicked demons in burning hell broke loose.