Gina: Oh, this must be the prep area for the box smashing room. Crate City: For all your creative crate needs.

(Y/N): Why is every door in this place locked?

Gina: It makes no sense whatsoever. It's Wendsday these shouldn't be locked. Maybe there's something in that office that serves no point.

(Y/N): Hey there's an air vent in there.

Gina: I'll look.

(Y/N): I'll hang back and take a nap. Wake me up if you find a way back here.

With that you sat back in an office chair and began to nod off.

Gina: Hey blue stuff!

(Y/N): You actually came back for me?

Gina: Took me 3 minutes. I wasn't going to leave the only useful person I've seen all day behind.

(Y/N): (smiles) Thanks doc.

Gina led you through three open doors and stopped abruptly at a doorway.

(Y/N): What's that beeping?

Gina: Wait, no!

She grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you back as a turret sprayed gunfire in the spot where you were just standing.

(Y/N): Oh. What's the plan?

Gina: Either we trot the guy behind us out as a human shield.

Scientist: Shut up!

Gina: Or we run when it stops beeping. Because if we wait here then that turret will probably turn the rescue team into peppered steak.

As you weighed the options the turret went on standby and stopped beeping.

(Y/N): BOOK IT!

You and Gina ran for it as the turret reactivated and began spraying bullets at you.

(Y/N): (pant) I think (pant) I almost (pant) pissed myself.

Gina: Yeah yeah, pansy.

(Y/N): At least your suit has a waste disposal system.

Gina: True.

The two of you made your way through the offices and to the cafeteria.

(Y/N): I'm going to hang back and look for some snacks.

Gina: Freeloader.

(Y/N): You're not hungry right now?

Gina: Alright.

You went scrounging around in the kitchen as she went forward.

(Y/N): Nothing? Really? Did the aliens eat everything?

You sighed and went through the pockets of the dead guys taking their ammo, and wallets. After you were done looting someone burst through the door behind you.  Gina Followed him soon after.

Gina: Blue stuff! Get a move on!

(Y/N): I'm coming.

Gina: You find any food?

(Y/N): No, but I've got some cash so if we find a vending machine.

Gina: Disappointing, but what can ya do?

You followed her up the stairs and you ended up pumping lead into zombies and aliens at the top.

(Y/N): Better start filling my empty mags.

Gina: I'm gonna get some snacks from the machine up there.

She pulled herself up the ledge and you heard her smashing the machine with her crowbar. You sighed and started loading the loose bullets from your pocket into the two empty magazines you had on you. Gina dropped down with a bag of Doritos and a bag of Lays in hand. She sat down on the random hallway couch next to you and handed you latter while she dug into the former.

Gina: I hate to ask now, but what's your name?

(Y/N): (Y/N).

Gina: I uh probably should have known that. Seeing as we're roommates and all.

(Y/N): It's fine. We never interacted that much until today.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit.

Gina: So, if we get out of here do you want to go to a bar?

(Y/N): Sure, I could go for a nice, stiff drink after today.

The two of you fell silent again, the only thing breaking it being the crunching of chips.