Go back to sleep with Cassandra. The door is locked. You're safe.
From Create Your Own Story
Whoever it is, whatever it is, it's on it's own. The door is locked, the light is off, and no one can know you're inside. Besides that, you've locked the door between yourselves and the front of the station, so you can get up if they start pounding on that one. You need sleep. You're exausted.
In the morning, you wake up first. Cassandra is sleeping, but she's smiling. As you pull away from her, she cooes a little, reaching out to give you a pat on the butt. You shrug on your clothes and unlock the inner door. Sunlight peers in through the windows as you step into the front area of the station, and you reach up to shield your eyes as they adjust.
Outside, things are worse. The rain is still falling, the sky is gray, and blood is spread all across the windows of the station. Whoever was knocking on the door the night before was bleeding. Or was killed right outside. You move toward the windows and see two new cars in the parking lot, both with doors open and headlights still shining. Near the first car, a little blue station wagon, six bodies bleed on the concrete. The other car, a black sedan, is completely empty, but it's front windshield is nearly smashed in.
Across the highway, you can see thick gray plumes of smoke rising in the distance, and as you squint to get a better look, you hear an explosion in the distance, and see a fireball rise up into the sky. The semblance of sunlight peeking from the rain clouds hasn't made life better. It's just made the madness a bit easier to see.
