the ones upstairs are starting to break through the doors. i found some propane tanks in the kitchen; we tore through the desks and found some lighters. maintenance closet had a few handy things--two big belts, and a massive plumber's wrench Morgan seems insistent upon taking. There's also an enormous flashlight...
...still, it's getting dark. the moan seems to be dying down, but god knows what'll happen when we go back out there. maybe the ones on the highway won't notice. maybe we'll notice the ones that aren't on the road. it's a long sprint, though--straight shot, uphill, almost a 300 yards, and that's on the paved frontage road.
poorly-lit, too.
wish us luck.