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The mob started pounding on the wine room door again, now with seemingly more force and dark passion than before, practically tasting what lay inside for them should they break through the sturdy but steadily weakening door. The sound of the single gunshot had sent them back into a frenzy, not to mention the freshly spilled blood that now spread more and more into an ever expanding puddle. Blood that to an uninformed eye may just look like a bottle of spilled wine considering the surroundings and the room's dimly lit, yet warm glow. While the blood had spilled in a great amount, it's scent couldn't be picked up by a normal human being outside in the hallway. However, the mob could smell it. Even the mobs that walked the streets of the surrounding area outside could smell it, and they were coming. A frantic footstep made a single imprint in the dark puddle, carrying with it a crimson boot stain all the way across the room, like a Sherlock Holmes murder mystery clue come to life. The mob outside rammed into the door and each other. Countless hands, arms, and bodies pounding on the door in and out of unison, knowing for sure what awaited them inside this time. They wouldn't forget again, as they were hungrier now than they'd ever been. The bloody combat boot stopped directly across from the steadily shaking and rumbling door and gathered several things off of the floor. An empty shotgun, a key, an ammunition clip. Where there was once a sobbing in the room , there was now silence. Those inside were learning they preferred the sobbing to the silence. There was somehow a hope in the sorrow, whereas the silence was simply that. Silence. Nothing. No sound. Nothing to keep their ears and minds occupied. No comfort. No hope.

The wine room door suddenly bent forward and gave a loud crack.

Kevin had seen the door jut forward on it's hinges slightly as he picked up the few things he needed before they headed for the roof. He felt around for the key, as he didn't dare take his eyes off the door. His fingers found the plastic key ring that was labeled 'Roof', and snatched the key up off the cold stone floor. He quickly rose to his feet and made his way to the others waiting on the other side of the room. He did so as fast as he could, but made sure to do so as quietly as he could as well. The gunshot had sent them into a fever pitch outside the door, and he didn't want to add anymore fuel to that fire, especially considering the steel, once sturdy door between them and the hungry mob was evidently not going to hold for as long as he'd thought it would. He stepped over Bob's corpse, and was careful to avoid the puddle of blood that had settled around his body this time. George, Mark, and Cindy all stood in front of the shutter, watching Kevin with urgent eyes as he rounded the corner. Careful not to voice their panic, the looks on their faces told Kevin all he needed to know. To the right of the shutter was a metal hole embedded into the wall. He carefully inserted the key, and turned. Loudly, mechanisms in the shutter door began to move, and the door slowly began to rise. Hearing the loud mechanism, the pounding on the door outside grew even louder and even more frantic, amazing and horrifying Kevin all at the same time. Slowly, the door had risen a little over an inch off of the ground. As it attempted to ascend higher, a loud squeal emitted from the door's mechanisms, and a terrible grinding sound soon replaced that. The door began to open even more slowly than before, until eventually it stopped moving all together.

"Oh-oh-oh...SHIT!" shouted George.

The door the mob were pounding on cracked once again, and a second time even louder immediately.

"Mark, help me try and lift this thing. Hopefully it's not entirely jammed." said Kevin.

Wordlessly, Mark moved to the other side of the shutter and began to pull upward with all of his might, as Kevin did the same on his side. The shutter wouldn't budge, even between the two of them, and the tiny gap between the shutter and the floor was too small for even a toddler to fit through. Kevin and Mark continued to struggle with the shutter, grunting and grinding their teeth as they did so. Pacing back and forth, George moved forward and began lifting upward on the space between Mark and Kevin. Cindy watched on with her hands clasped together. George's added effort seemingly did nothing to move the shutter, but suddenly, something gave way with a loud click, and the mechanism started up again. The door began moving on it's own, but the three men continued to push upward, until the shutter was completely lifted upward. Behind them, Cindy gave a loud sobbing, gasp. Before Kevin could turn to see why, he looked in front of him and knew. The path behind the shutter was bricked off. Kevin's eyes met Mark's and saw true, primal fear. He was sure the same could be seen in his own. Cindy covered her face with both hands, but was silence. George had both hands on his head, mouth agape. No one said anything or so much as jumped when a loud crash filled the room. The mob had knocked the metal door off it's hinges and it had landed on the stone floor.

End of Book One.