Following Sam off of the bus, I stayed close by as I looked around at all the sad, nervous faces. I really hoped there was someone in here to fix up the wounded. They looked terrible. Walking through the blue door that lead into the building, I could see big fluorescent lights that gave off a faint buzzing sound lined up on the ceiling. People were filing into seats that faced a big stage. A prerecorded voice echoed through the building, directing the seriously wounded to go to the 'Infirmary Room' that was down some hall. I was happy to hear they'd be taken care of. But what was to happen to the rest of us?