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movements, they wouldn't have seemed so menacing to Keith if it weren’t for what he had already experienced with his former boss.
The small group of employees behind Keith stared in silent horror and waited for a few more moments to register what they were seeing before panic set into their minds. Before anyone could audibly scream, Keith pushed them backwards and slammed the door to the stairway sh ut. A loud clap erupted in his ears, silencing and almost removing the image of what was behind the door completely from his memory.
Keith wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and started to breathe heavily. He looked at Dave and spoke to everyone. “We have to find another way out of here right now. They're all sick, just like Janice. They're sick and dangerous and we can't go that way.”
The red haired receptionist started to breathe erratically and dropped her handbag on the floor, spilling its contents. She ran to the elevators and started to push the up and down buttons like a child first discovering the elevator.
“No, no, we can't use the elevators! It's too dangerous. What if they're broken?” Keith stumbled slowly back into the main work floor of the offices. “Let's get to the other stairwell and hope it’s clear.”
The group clamored together and swiftly made their way across the work floor. No one said a word as they moved. They could see the exit sign around the corner to the other stairwell. They could also see the exit doors as they slammed open while several infected people stumbled inward, toppling over one another. They saw the stairwell crammed with the sick, forcing their way through the doorframe, coughing and hacking at infection in their throats. They would have streamed onto the work floor more quickly but they were falling over one another, creating a dam of human bodies preventing the entry of more people. The florescent lighting of the office made their faces shine with moisture.
The employees stopped, frozen in movement and thought. They knew it was panic time. So they panicked.
The redhead kicked off her high heels and ran into a nearby office slamming the door behind her. The accountant and internist ran after her, ripped the door open and disappeared into the room. Keith's mind flashed forward to an imaginary near future of the five of them trapped in a tiny room trying to ward off an innumerable concourse of walking disease with no food or help for at least the next twenty-four hours. The biological response that flickers within a person when faced with bodily destruction was coursing its way into his pumping heart and electrifying his nerves. The instinct flowing in his bones and muscles told him to run, to run and forget about everyone else. He momentarily cringed at what his nerves were saying to his muscles. Keith looked at Dave, then they mutually began to run the opposite direction right back towards the stairwell that they first tried to descend. They approached it and could see that the sick people on that end hadn't managed to get the door open. Stopping to look back, they could see dozens of infected people slowly trickling into the room. They stumbled over one another and fell, hitting themselves on desks and chairs.
Keith feared it would be only minutes before they started to flood the room like a single drop of red dye infiltrating a bowl of water, slowly but effectively diffusing through the entire room. “This is the only way down. Maybe we can squeeze between them. They might not attack us if we don't bother them.”
“Did you see Janice in there? She attacked you on sight! That staircase is full of them! It's not happening. Let’s just keep moving upward. We can make it to another floor and wait it out. I'm sure there are riot police everywhere taking care of these crazy sons of bitches.” Dave was panting heavily. “We can…” He bent over to put his head between his knees. “I don’t think I can handle this, man. I’m losing it.”
“ Just stop
The small group of employees behind Keith stared in silent horror and waited for a few more moments to register what they were seeing before panic set into their minds. Before anyone could audibly scream, Keith pushed them backwards and slammed the door to the stairway sh ut. A loud clap erupted in his ears, silencing and almost removing the image of what was behind the door completely from his memory.
Keith wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and started to breathe heavily. He looked at Dave and spoke to everyone. “We have to find another way out of here right now. They're all sick, just like Janice. They're sick and dangerous and we can't go that way.”
The red haired receptionist started to breathe erratically and dropped her handbag on the floor, spilling its contents. She ran to the elevators and started to push the up and down buttons like a child first discovering the elevator.
“No, no, we can't use the elevators! It's too dangerous. What if they're broken?” Keith stumbled slowly back into the main work floor of the offices. “Let's get to the other stairwell and hope it’s clear.”
The group clamored together and swiftly made their way across the work floor. No one said a word as they moved. They could see the exit sign around the corner to the other stairwell. They could also see the exit doors as they slammed open while several infected people stumbled inward, toppling over one another. They saw the stairwell crammed with the sick, forcing their way through the doorframe, coughing and hacking at infection in their throats. They would have streamed onto the work floor more quickly but they were falling over one another, creating a dam of human bodies preventing the entry of more people. The florescent lighting of the office made their faces shine with moisture.
The employees stopped, frozen in movement and thought. They knew it was panic time. So they panicked.
The redhead kicked off her high heels and ran into a nearby office slamming the door behind her. The accountant and internist ran after her, ripped the door open and disappeared into the room. Keith's mind flashed forward to an imaginary near future of the five of them trapped in a tiny room trying to ward off an innumerable concourse of walking disease with no food or help for at least the next twenty-four hours. The biological response that flickers within a person when faced with bodily destruction was coursing its way into his pumping heart and electrifying his nerves. The instinct flowing in his bones and muscles told him to run, to run and forget about everyone else. He momentarily cringed at what his nerves were saying to his muscles. Keith looked at Dave, then they mutually began to run the opposite direction right back towards the stairwell that they first tried to descend. They approached it and could see that the sick people on that end hadn't managed to get the door open. Stopping to look back, they could see dozens of infected people slowly trickling into the room. They stumbled over one another and fell, hitting themselves on desks and chairs.
Keith feared it would be only minutes before they started to flood the room like a single drop of red dye infiltrating a bowl of water, slowly but effectively diffusing through the entire room. “This is the only way down. Maybe we can squeeze between them. They might not attack us if we don't bother them.”
“Did you see Janice in there? She attacked you on sight! That staircase is full of them! It's not happening. Let’s just keep moving upward. We can make it to another floor and wait it out. I'm sure there are riot police everywhere taking care of these crazy sons of bitches.” Dave was panting heavily. “We can…” He bent over to put his head between his knees. “I don’t think I can handle this, man. I’m losing it.”
“ Just stop
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