Stoneballa began rifling through the cupboards behind the bar, he produced several glasses filled with ice. Drawing his claymore and popping an ice cube into his mouth he blocked off the windows with tables and then turned his attention towards the basement door. It was chained off, he turned on his thought cam.
Perhaps the zombies would be coming from the basement instead. They could've tricked us into trapping ourselves in with the zombies.
Switching the thought cam off he struck the lock with his claymore, breaking the chains off. With his sword held high, he kicked the doors open, the room was illuminated with only the light of an old lantern, the dust covering it prevented most of the light from coming through, making it extremely hard to see. No zombies were in sight, but there were many skeletons. They looked like 49ers, somehow their filthy beards remained on their faces, even though all of their flesh had rotted off. Stoneballa picked up the lantern, after rubbing the grime off, he could see that a hole had been made through the wall, a tunnel, leading under the arena.