The infected kept pushing.
The metal gate bent more.
Rovan gripped the bar and stood in front of Beatrice.
His palms were sweaty.
The bar in his hand was only a piece of metal, but it was still better than standing there with nothing.
A child behind them cried, "Mom, I'm scared."
The mother hugged him tightly.
Beatrice heard it, but her eyes stayed on the gate.
The old worker shouted, "Ready!"
Beatrice raised her staff.
"When the steam bursts, open only the side vent. Don't let it fill the whole room."
The worker nodded.
The gate finally cracked.
A gray arm pushed through.
Then another.
The infected outside opened their mouths and screamed.
Rovan stepped forward.
The pressure gauge hit the final line.
The old worker slammed his hand down.
The pipe above the gate burst open.
PSSSSHHHHH!!
White steam exploded downward.
The infected at the front were swallowed by it.
Their flesh burned.
Their hands pulled back from the gate.
