"Is it this door?" Zaen pointed at the door leading to the storage room, "Doesn't seem to me like there are people inside though. You sure you heard people and it wasn't your ear ringing from your age?"
"Quit joking. We must hurry! They could be suffocating inside due to the smoke." John mumbled and rushed over to push the door open but couldn't do it.
"Right... a room filled with smoke, then how would you explain the fact that there's no smoke is coming out through the cracked bottom of the door?"
"Look, Kid. You wanna help me or not? I don't have enough time to deal with your illogical crap right now! I heard people from the other side and they need help. Now if they die, it would all be on you."
