They entered the building, unable to see with the power out. The sun brought at least some light in through the door — enough for them to see that they were, indeed, inside a library. Will clicked on his flashlight. He'd brought with him a rifle, which hung over his shoulder, as well as a pistol. A knife hung next to the sidearm, along with a pouch containing extra ammunition. Behind him, Charlie clicked on the other flashlight. "Stay close," Will whispered. He then stood still, trying to see if he could hear any of the creatures inside of the building. It was quiet as he took the first step into the building. With the sun pounding the opposite side of the church, the natural light quickly dissipated. Three tables sat just in front of them, each with four chairs neatly pushed under them. Beyond those tables started the rows of shelves housing books. It didn't appear to be as large as the local public libraries that Will had visited countless times. He'd become somewhat of a bibliophile in his late twenties, so he'd spent quite a lot of time in libraries.
