“Voices shouted from inside the unit, more fists pounded on the door. Griffin recognized them. "Ironhead?! What the fuck are you doing, main?!" The voices shouted some more, the door rattled and banged, and Griffin noticed the lock, hanging unlocked in the hasp. It was enough to hold the door closed, but it wasn't clicked shut, so if the door rattled long enough it was bound to be dislodged. Griffin turned the gun back on Teacake. "What'd you lock 'em in there for?!" "I didn't. That guy did." He pointed to Mike's residue. Griffin frowned, his reptilian brain trying to process it all. Keeping the gun on Teacake, he moved toward the locker. Teacake took a step forward. "Don't, man." Griffin stopped, swinging the gun back on him. "Why not?" "They're infected." Dr. Friedman stepped out of Griffin's shadow, recognizing he might have some role in this conversation after all. "Infected? With what?" "I don't fucking know!" Teacake said, his patience nearing an end. "Bad shit! For the last time, will you put that fucking gun down already?!"”
- COLD STORAGE(2019) by David Koepp, Chapter 27
