The mother and her daughter Emily hurried down past the security locked doors and remembered she still had access to the old cell factory a stone's throw past the catwalk ahead. She pulled out her worn out keycard and in one swift motion swiped the card across the panel and the small red light on the lock started to flicker on and off and finally rested on a soft green glow causing a few gears and gizmos to rattle within the cleaning room door. They rushed in and threw over a few steel crates and huddled lifelessly behind them as they overlooked their attackers rushing past the entry way beyond the catwalk in the adjecent hallway. The first wave of the invasion had begun.
