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except for all of the dead bodies.
    The crying continued.
    Scooter tilted his head toward the sound. Then he approached it slowly, unsure of where he might be headed. He stopped only when he got to the doors of an elevator. He could hear the crying on the other side of them . Someone was inside.
    Immediately he wanted to call out, though he knew that that wouldn't be a good idea. If he made too much noise one of thos e thing s might hear him. Of course, he knew he'd have to make some sort of noise opening the elevator, but he'd deal with that when the time came.
    He stepped closer to the elevator.
    There wasn't any doubt in his mind that it wasn't one of the creatures. It didn't sound crazy enough. It actually sounded scared. And he didn't think that thos e thing s were afraid of much.
    But what if he was wrong? How could he be sure.
    Scooter took his spoon and brought it up to the elevator door. If it was one of thos e thing s , then it would go wild in there. It seemed like a good enough plan.
    He tapped the spoon against the metal.
    One, two, thre e .
    The crying stopped for a moment. Scooter waited to see if the person inside would start shouting. Instead, he heard: "Hello? Is someone there?"
    Scooter couldn't believe it. His heart started to race. Not because he was scared. He was excited that he had found someone . A survivor like him.
    He felt the urge to call out again, but once more stopped himself.
    He grabbed at the doors and tried to pull them apart. His fingers slid along them. They couldn't catch hold.
    "Fuck," he said in frustration.
    He tried again.
    No luck.
    He thought about the spoon and realized it might be able to help him. He stuck it inside the crack of the elevator doors and tried to wedge them open.
    "Fuck," he said again as the spoon bent . That's not going to work.
    He dropped the spoon to the floor. It clattered. Hopefully not loud enough to bring him any attention.
    He looked around. He had to find something else . Something stronger . A crowbar would have been ideal, but be didn't think that there was going to be one of those around.
    However there was something that he thought would work just as well.
    On the wall he saw a fire hydrant. Beside it was an axe.
    He rushed over to it.
    It was behind glass that he'd have to break . It would make a sound, might bring the creatures running . But he didn't have much of a choice.
    He clenched his fist and got himself ready to punch through it. Then thought better of that idea.
    He took off his shirt and wrapped it around his hand. He took a deep breath and punched at the glass. It shattered and fell at his feet.
    Scooter's heart began to race again. He was sure that one of the creatures had heard him. The crash had been so loud.
    He turned around, realizing that he should have looked for a place to hid e befor e he broke the glass. He had to be prepared for these things. Though that wouldn't help him now...
    He searched.
    There were washrooms, a smoking lounge, several benches.
    Then he saw a stairwell. It was close to the elevator.
    That would do . It would give him a chance to get away.
    He got ready to run, but he didn't leave his spot. He'd only go if he saw one of the creatures coming.
    He held his breath and tried to ignore his beating heart. He listened.
    Nothing.
    Scooter felt better. His plan had worked. He turned back and grabbed the axe.
    "Damn," he said, holding it out before him in admiration . This'll make a pretty good weapon if one of those things come alon g .
    He put his shirt back on and took the axe back over to the elevator. He could still hear the crying. He tapped the axe against the doors this time. There was a deeper thud, but it had had the desired effect. The crying stopped.
    "Hello?" a voice said again.
    "Shhh," Scooter said. "I'm going to get you out."
    His voice was nothing more than a whisper. He wasn't even sure if the person inside could hear him. But it was all that he was willing to do given the circumstances.
    He put