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''Holy shit.'' Gray looked up, nearly ready to scold me for the use of language. I wouldn't have cared to noticed. Stepping ahead of the brothers, I approach the staircase leading to the huge double-doors. ''It's still here. No fucking way.'' 

Zach and Gray quickly scampered behind me. Gray should've been able to tell what this place was already, with his dinosaur and amusement park know-how. I moved aside the heavy growing vines, waving over the brothers to help.

If I wasn't in an injured state, I could. ''Zach, Gray. Come help me move these so we can get this door open.''

Zach leaped the stairs by twos, Gray paused for a moment at the second step. ''What if there's Dinosaurs living in there? It's not nice to wake up a Dinosaur while they're sleeping!''

I pushed aside the vines, raising my non-injured shoulder to do so. Even then, it strained so hard that it felt like I had been shot in both shoulders. What a sorry event that would be. My mind went back to Gray, ''There won't be. The place is trashed, sure. But I don't think anything would live in here besides a few Compy's.''

''Still a dinosaur!''

Zach rolled his eyes, turning to his younger sibling. ''Quit being a worrywart and get up here. Use your dork pouch or something.''

The vines barely let up. I jiggled the door handle, finding that the door remained unlocked. It was nearly falling off it's hinges, anyway. I waved my hand to the boys. ''Actually, better idea. Move aside.''

They moved over only slightly, remaining out of the way as I stepped back once. I didn't doubt my plan would work, it wouldn't be any different from the shed door that belonged to the ACU. The only issue was my injury; keeping any balance would prove harder to keep than with both arms. 

I lifted my right leg, pointing out my heel and clashing it the large door. Leather boots kissed the splintered material and the handle jiggled, falling off completely and opening the door. Only wide enough to let in a breeze. 

As I thought, I had stumbled backwards further than I should've. With my arm being incapable of a simple balancing act, I was left to wave my opposing arm around in a feeble attempt to regain something I never had. 

Gray ran up to me, grabbing my hand to plant me back on my feet entirely. I thanked the kid, ruffling around his tangled blond locks and watching the doorway.

The vines that previously overtook the space were now out of sight; only laying on tbe floor. It just so happened, they were growing around the door to keep it shut. Yet when opened, they fell to the ground - limp. 

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