That's what I was thinking too," Lucca says. "There's no way this was done by someone without specialized knowledge of construction and demolition. Like Ward. Didn't he own a construction company at one point?"
You nod slowly. "I don't know if that was a cover or if it was real. Either way, do you really think he's still—"
"Impossible to know for sure, but this could have been set up beforehand," Lucca says as she opens the only door not covered by ten tons of rubble. Behind you, the man you assumed to be dead barks out a sharp cough and his body shudders. "Still alive," Lucca says. "How hungry are you feeling?"
You get to your knees beside the injured man and bring your lips to his neck. He shudders when he feels your fangs brush against his warm flesh but he doesn't try to resist. He's too tired. Too broken. But he's still alive and his blood fills you with a vigorous fire as you slake your thirst just enough to keep the Hunger at bay.
"You done playing with your food?" Lucca asks. "We've got to go."
You pass through the door behind her into the hallway beyond. To your right, the passage heading toward the stairwell that would take you back toward the lobby is blackened, scorched by flame. The metal push-bar door at its end looks like it's been fused to the frame. To your left, the hall is partway collapsed, but there's just enough room for you to pass through. The muted sounds of gunfire and battle screams filter through the wood, concrete, and metal, rattling around the enclosed space. Through a few small holes, you're able to see frantic movement and the licking of orange fire, but little else.
As the battle-rush dulls somewhat and you can no longer feel the Blood rushing rapidly through your veins, you start to remember just how you got here and who facilitated your imprisonment. It's hard to look at Lucca and not be filled with a horrible rage.