He could now get to one of the shelters, the easily defensible places where Gulchers had hidden days’ worth of supplies in the event of an emergency. The closest one was in the basement of the school’s gym, down the stairs at the end of the hall. It wasn’t far. If he was careful, he’d make it okay. He turned, his gun clasped close to his chest.
A sore-blistered alien pincer came out of the darkness, knocking the gun from his hand.