Last A Little Longer

Last A Litte Longer

We had to escape. We had to leave but there was nowhere to go. This floor of the building was being remolded; it was nothing but empty space. The screams got louder and the dragging of feet. There were five of us. We frantically searched for an exit anything. I looked up then ran to the side and began yanking cabinets to the center of the floor. One man noticed what I was desperately doing and knocked out his daze stumbled to help me.

There was a hole in the ceiling. If we could reach, we could pull through to the next floor. We continued to stack as the welling became increasingly louder. I didn’t think my heart could race any faster. I jumped onto our makeshift cabinet stairs swaying slightly. No time. I reached for a dangling cord. Missed.

All eyes on me, no pressure. My body began to sway with the cabinets. Last shot. I jumped pulling down the ceiling. But it was too late. There’s an open door across the space and a few run pasts. We all freeze. Maybe were invisible, I pray.

The horde of dead things once human move with only the intent to feed, insatiable. I realize we must close the door. There is a man to my left and a woman to my right. Our eyes met an unspoken agreement. We crept from the side the man begins pulling a cabinet to barricade the door but its heavier. The two others begin to help while the woman and I watch carefully at the door. The inhuman things searching. A slower one moves so close it could turn into the doorway.

Shit. It stopped, turned. Its putrid body moving unnaturally. The neck snaps and it begins howling like we’ve never heard before. We scramble. I was the first to the door slamming it shut laying my full weight. I left my body. Survive, last a little longer.

The woman followed my lead pushing against the door. They met us, from the other side I could feel them, almost smell their rotting bodies, throw themselves at the door. Knocking us back slightly every time, we had to reposition ourselves. Every time they hit it felt as if we touched, I was disgusted. Finally, the other three were close enough to barricade the door.

It flies open. A man, alive. We make eye contact. Live. Help me he yells help!

He’s dragged away screaming. I close the door immediately. I want to be sick. Live. The cabinet is pushed in front of the door. We sprint to our stairs. We begin climbing through to the next floor. The door bursts open a sickening screech from the cabinet against the floor. One pushes through, two, four, six. The door is open. The horde floods in. There is one person left. We reach for her desperately. She misses a step. The cabinet stairs fall over.

I stopped breathing. It happened so fast. She was taken by the horde. The sound is deafening. I look away, breath. Live. I look up, were in an office now a couch to the left and desk to the right. The door is just in front of the couch.

The woman reaches but we hear something. She freezes. It's different. Longer. Heavier. It drags itself closer. We begin to hide. Two under the desk. One beside the couch. I can't hide myself.