Of course the door had to be locked. Sure, Morgan was technically breaking and entering right now, even if the concept of law and order had gone out the window earlier today, but couldn't whoever owned this place had at least made it easier for her to find shelter and safety? Between the non-functioning lights, fresh blood and locked doors, it was almost as if she had stepped into a house of horrors. Maybe it was; maybe Morgan was already dead, left behind to live eternally in hell. People coming back from the dead and munching on people like an all-you-can-eat buffet certainly made it feel like she was.

Contemplating her actions, Morgan decided to announce her presence, in case whoever locked the door was on the other side of it. At least that way she might not be seen as some common burglar taking advantage of the chaos in the streets by brute forcing the lock open with a hefty swing of her bat. But with the blood and everything else, Morgan figured that she might have to come to that regardless. Whoever had been through here already could've been one of the undead, or already bled out somewhere inside.

[color=dodgerblue]"Hello? Anyone in there?"[/color] She called out, [color=yellow]listening for any sound or response, like the noise from before.[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"I don't mean to break into your place; I'm... I'm just looking for some place to get away from everything out there."[/color]