A Zombie Scene

A symphony of splintering wood betrays the location of our assailants. Shattered glass litters the stairwell, painting uncovered feet red to match the already blood soaked walls. Like thieves in the night we flee in darkness evading our predators. Faced with an ambiguous option two people tear left down the hall when we reach the juncture. The rest of us huddle close and move quickly like a Greek Phalanx assaulting the right hall. Busting through an apartment door is easy when adrenaline flows so freely. Inside the room and outside the devils reach momentarily, a shaken soul moves to bolster the door while others make quite sure this pad is acceptable in the sense we need it to be; devoid of those twisted demons and their insatiable hunger. Collectively we sigh and relax for the first time in several maddening hours. Safety in numbers and our numbers dwindle, from the plethora of urban escapees to this now motley crew of suburban scavengers many people were lost and surely there are many to be found. For now we meticulously tally our supplies compile our ammunition. A sickening scream penetrates our barricade hardly seconds after its construction. There were others behind yes but they were too slow. Now, silent and scared we all watch the wall as if it were the stage for some wicked play and we lean in and listen to the events unfolding on the other side. The shuffling of frenzied feet comes to a halt and pleas for help begin to leak into the room like tear gas. Compassion commands one to open the door but preservation of self prefers to leave it shut. Too late! All at once the cries for help are smothered by the screams of those caught in the tide of the abominable evolutionary mistake.