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the blade of the axe in between the elevator doors. He had to push harder than the spoon to get it in there.
Eventually it went.
He pressed on the side of the axe and tried to separate the door. It took him a few tries before he was able to get his fingers into the opening. Once he did, he grasped at the doors and spread them apart. They opened a lot easier than he had expected.
He looked into the elevator.
At first, it was difficult for him to understand what he was seeing. There were a few dead bodies. A lot of blood. And a little girl. She was sitting there, looking up at him.
"What the fuck?" he asked.
The little girl's chin started to quiver and she burst into another bout of tears.
Scooter didn't wait. He bent down a picked her up. She was very small and slipped within his grasp.
The blood , he thought . It's all over her!
He finally got a hold of her and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He needed to know if she was hurt.
The little girl continued to cry.
"Shhh," he said. He patted the back of her head. "It's okay now. I'm here."
She rested her head against his shoulder and continued to sob into it.
Scooter looked around. This wasn't good. The little girl was making too much noise. He couldn't blame her. She had obviously been through hell. But that still didn't make it okay for her to do. Th e thing s would hear. They'd come rushing after them. They'd attack.
"Shhh," Scooter said again. "You have to be quiet. It isn't safe."
The girl ignored him, keeping her face pressed against him.
"We have to get out of here," Scooter said next.
At that, the little girl raised her head from Scooter's shoulder and locked her eyes on his. He could see that she was trying to make sense of what he had said, all that had happened. She ran her tiny hand over her eyes and brushed some of her tears away. Then she spoke.
"My daddy," she said. "He's sick."
She pointed to the elevator. Scooter looked. Her father must have been one of the three dead bodies in there.
"I'm sorry about that," he said. "But I can't help your father."
"You have to," the little girl pleaded with him.
Scooter didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the girl that her father was dead. Especially at the moment. He needed to think about where they should go next.
"I can't," was all that he managed. He started to walk away from the elevator.
"My daddy! Please help him!"
Scooter wished that he could have helped her more than he had. He didn't care all too much for his own father, but he couldn't imagine losing him at such a young age . And in such a fucked up way . He felt for the little girl. He really did. But he had to get moving. He had to…
Scooter stopped. He could see one of the creatures standing at the end of the hallway. Its head was moving from side to side.
Then it started to scream and charge in their direction. The creature had seen them. The little girl saw it happen and started to scream as well.
Scooter didn't wait. He turned and headed to the stairwell. He kicked open the door and ran through it. He rushed down the stairs, placing his hand behind the little girl's head as he went.
"Don't worry," he whispered to her.
She didn't seem to hear. She continued to scream, her sounds muffled against his neck.
Scooter got down the first flight of stairs without much trouble. He looked back up at the door, expecting the creature to burst through it at any moment. He heard banging. That was all.
For a moment, it occurred to him that the creature might not be able to open the door. Maybe it didn't know how to.
That idea was short lived.
The door swung open. The screaming continued.
Scooter ran. He got to the door on the floor below and opened it. He wasn't sure what would be on the other side, but he didn't stop to think about it.
One thing at a time.
He ran out of the stairwell. The little girl kept her face pressed against him. He figured that was for the best. She didn't need to see any of this stuff.
He
Eventually it went.
He pressed on the side of the axe and tried to separate the door. It took him a few tries before he was able to get his fingers into the opening. Once he did, he grasped at the doors and spread them apart. They opened a lot easier than he had expected.
He looked into the elevator.
At first, it was difficult for him to understand what he was seeing. There were a few dead bodies. A lot of blood. And a little girl. She was sitting there, looking up at him.
"What the fuck?" he asked.
The little girl's chin started to quiver and she burst into another bout of tears.
Scooter didn't wait. He bent down a picked her up. She was very small and slipped within his grasp.
The blood , he thought . It's all over her!
He finally got a hold of her and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He needed to know if she was hurt.
The little girl continued to cry.
"Shhh," he said. He patted the back of her head. "It's okay now. I'm here."
She rested her head against his shoulder and continued to sob into it.
Scooter looked around. This wasn't good. The little girl was making too much noise. He couldn't blame her. She had obviously been through hell. But that still didn't make it okay for her to do. Th e thing s would hear. They'd come rushing after them. They'd attack.
"Shhh," Scooter said again. "You have to be quiet. It isn't safe."
The girl ignored him, keeping her face pressed against him.
"We have to get out of here," Scooter said next.
At that, the little girl raised her head from Scooter's shoulder and locked her eyes on his. He could see that she was trying to make sense of what he had said, all that had happened. She ran her tiny hand over her eyes and brushed some of her tears away. Then she spoke.
"My daddy," she said. "He's sick."
She pointed to the elevator. Scooter looked. Her father must have been one of the three dead bodies in there.
"I'm sorry about that," he said. "But I can't help your father."
"You have to," the little girl pleaded with him.
Scooter didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell the girl that her father was dead. Especially at the moment. He needed to think about where they should go next.
"I can't," was all that he managed. He started to walk away from the elevator.
"My daddy! Please help him!"
Scooter wished that he could have helped her more than he had. He didn't care all too much for his own father, but he couldn't imagine losing him at such a young age . And in such a fucked up way . He felt for the little girl. He really did. But he had to get moving. He had to…
Scooter stopped. He could see one of the creatures standing at the end of the hallway. Its head was moving from side to side.
Then it started to scream and charge in their direction. The creature had seen them. The little girl saw it happen and started to scream as well.
Scooter didn't wait. He turned and headed to the stairwell. He kicked open the door and ran through it. He rushed down the stairs, placing his hand behind the little girl's head as he went.
"Don't worry," he whispered to her.
She didn't seem to hear. She continued to scream, her sounds muffled against his neck.
Scooter got down the first flight of stairs without much trouble. He looked back up at the door, expecting the creature to burst through it at any moment. He heard banging. That was all.
For a moment, it occurred to him that the creature might not be able to open the door. Maybe it didn't know how to.
That idea was short lived.
The door swung open. The screaming continued.
Scooter ran. He got to the door on the floor below and opened it. He wasn't sure what would be on the other side, but he didn't stop to think about it.
One thing at a time.
He ran out of the stairwell. The little girl kept her face pressed against him. He figured that was for the best. She didn't need to see any of this stuff.
He
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