"well... whatever's here, if there is indeed anything... Well, let's just say it can eat lead."
A German Shepherd, Thomas "Nai" Naismith was his name, stepped forward, Hands on his striker-fired SIG P320 pistol.
The shepherd drew the pistol in a crisp, professional motion, the pistol was in his hands, safety off and the flashlight ,mounted just under the barrel, on.
Naismith walked up to the door where Felice was, gave him a brief pat on the head, and said "Well... I'll go first. I do have a gun, and a flashlight, after all."
As he said that, the Shepherd brought his pistol to the door, using his red-tinted beam to cut through the gloom of the abandoned hospital.
He saw a few overturned wheelchairs, rusted with old age, a few chairs, their cushioning long ripped out by small animals, and various, rotted papers and other various things scattered all about the hospital.
The shepherd grinned at the sight of the stuff. This would be a fun place to explore.
Thomas tried the door, grunting. it was locked
"hey uh... anyone know how to pick a lock? If not I can probably kick the thing down, easy."