Chapter Four:
We got to stairs just fine. For some, running down the stairs was a challenge. It wasn't easy to guide them either. People were trampling over other people, sobbing hysterically, and pushing to be the first one out. Like a bunch of frightened and cornered children. Once we got down the stairs and into another hallway, we lost a person.
Slowly, but not quietly we were moving along the tight space before us. The air was warm, and intense, and it stunk of blood and flesh rot. A woman had sunk to the ground with a shreek at the sounds of low and hungry growls. Jake and I readied our weapons immediately. He aimed up and I aimed for the corner. The ceiling above us crumbled as a meaty paw swooped down and scooped up the woman.
"FUCK"! Jake growled as he ddidn't even hesitate to start firing rounds in the direction of the beast. He shook his head as realized it was too late. He raised the pistol again, and shot the woman in the head. People cried and flinched as her body went limp, and disappeared into the upper floor.
I lowered my head in sadness, yet was selfishly relieved too. Now there was one less person shoving and crying to get out like a caged animal. I nodded at Jake, and stayed back with the group while Jake went forward to scope the area ahead.
"Are we even going to make it out of here"!? The people were muttering with quivering lips. "Of course we are. We just have to stop trying to be number one. We're a team. Act like it and our chances are that much better", I said in a hissing whisper. They all gulped and nodded.
Jake returned and waved us forward . Onward.
