The small group that had gathered outside of the elevator had gotten in. Matthew, at this point, was kind of leading them. It was not a role he would normally have taken and he sure as hell would not be leading them anywhere once they got out of the Vault. In fact, chances were, he would find the nearest place to get shelter, and then take a very long nap. But, for the time being, his attention was focused on the events unfolding in the Vault. Once everyone was inside the elevator, he pressed the button to bring them to the top level. Red goo had formulated on the bottoms and sides of Matthew's boots. If only it was just goo, but it was a collection of thick blood and guts. It was disgusting and Matthew would wash the boots the minute he could. The rest of the group had already begun looting the corpses. No respect. Matthew would not have grabbed a gun, and would not have one, if it were not for Osaki handing him a rifle and some ammunition. "I don't even know how this works" he said, "I mean. Aim and pull the trigger, right?" He continued. Matthew let his index finger creep over the trigger of the rifle. It felt cold in his hand. It felt wrong. But if the elevator door opened and one of those creatures was waiting, he would hold down that trigger until the beast was either dead or he was. It was not bravery or boldness, it would be a reaction out of fear.

The elevator tumbled up the shaft slowly. Rumbling as it did so. Matthew figured out how to get the magazine out but could not figure out how to efficiently check how many bullets were inside, so he just shook it. It sounded and felt like it was moderately full. After a few failed attempts at jamming it back in, Matthew finally got the magazine to fit into the rifle. As the elevator continued to climb, Matthew began to get a feeling of dread. The adrenaline from the earlier encounter was starting to filter out of his system and he was starting to think more clearly. [i]Fuck, what have I done?[/i] He thought to himself, regarding leading these people out of the Vault. Matthew drew on all of the stories he had heard from Refs and his teacher over the years, their stories of the outside world. Nothing they said about it was good. Not one thing. Why had Matthew decided that this would be a good idea? He had no idea. Finally the elevator reached the top. It slowly opened to a dimly lit room. There was no one inside. Not a soul.

Matthew quickly left the elevator and took a few deep breaths. It was nice to get air that was not contaminated with blood and gore. Once he had gotten his second wind, Matthew took some time to analyze the room. It was not that big. There was one computer terminal and across from that, the Vault doors. Matthew made his way over to the terminal. "I may not be the best at tech stuff, but I bet I can get this open. I also want to figure out how to close it right after we leave because I don't want any of those things following us out. Who knows how loud this door will be when it opens" he said. Matthew was playing around with some of the commands on the terminal when he finally figured it out. However, he did not open it right away. "I want to wait at least five or ten minutes, just to see if anyone else is coming up. But we should definitely take up like places to defend this room. Just in case one of those things gets up here. It looks like the elevator is the only way up, so if we just aim our guns at the elevator when it opens, we should be fine. If one of those monsters is inside, we just shoot it to shit" he said, aiming his rifle at the elevator, which closed and was descending.