Late day flavour
It was cold. Quiet. Toaster's breath echoed in his ears as he stepped into the room, the first through the breach. Eyes cast left, then right, and- Oh gods! He let's out a shrill squeek and stumbles backwards, nearly falling. Hapah, following him into the room, steadies him with an arm as he looks over.
"Bodies - we have bodies in the room." Hapah said. "Dead ones, from the look of it."
The others funnel into the room after - Think and Hapah kneel by the bodies, checking them, while Dariush stands nearby with the party's pistol, "In case they get back up".
"Well," Think says, looking up to the others, "No pulse. Pretty sure this one's actually dead. Haven't been dead long, though."
"Same story with this one." says Hapah. "Look like they suffocated when the power went out and we lost the air filters. We're lucky we didn't get here half an hour earlier, they'd have still been alive."
"Lucky!?" exclaims Jim, shocked, formerly known as zombie urist, "Lucky? We're lucky potential allies died just before we could reach them?"
Dariush's pistol whips up to Hapah's head. "I know an Imperial when I see one, and these men are all Imperials. Why in the bloody hell is them being dead a good thing?"
Hapah stands, and glares calmly in Dariush's direction. "Because if we HAD gotten here half an hour earlier, and these men hadn't been dead, they would have needed air masks to stay alive. Air masks that they don't have, but we do. Which we need to keep ourselves alive. There would have been no time to take them all back to suit room, and we'd have been unlikely to live through anyway, which didn't even have enough suits for them. We either would have had to defend ourselves, or they would have-"
"All of you, shut the fuck up!" yelled Urist Imiknorris. "There's plenty of dead folk around, whatever, look!" He shone his flash up, and into the darkness, along the sharp black lines of the nighthawk. "I found something way more important. A way out."