Georgia could hear his voice echo through the hall.

She hesitated at first, but what did she have to lose at the end of the world? 

"Coming in," she called out, keeping her bat up. "Don't shoot me, alright? And you better not be lying about being friendly."

She walked in to find a scrawny guy huddled in the corner with a cookie and laptop, holding a crow bar up in defense. 

Georgia put down her bat, knowing he wasn't a threat. "Nice set up you got there," she mocked, jestering towards the laptop.