A desperate plea

[Sierra]

"Please, let me in..."

The heavy door did not move, but stood like an indifferent onlooker before the pleading figure. The windowless brick walls on each side of the alley meant the door was the only way through, but so far any pleas had only yielded silence.
A single gunshot out on the street signalled that the figure's comrade had decided not to get eaten, and their little ragtag group was no more. The horde would soon start looking for the remaining prey, but not before it had finished feeding on the warm flesh of the figure's comrade.

The figure once more slammed a hand against the barred door, the desperation becoming more apparent as it shouted.

"DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

The figure knew someone was in there, watching. A muffled sound could be heard from behind the barred door, and had the figure known what was waiting inside then walking out onto the street may have seemed like the wiser option...

But the figure didn't know. And the horde was done feeding.

"OPEN UP!"