Reese-lookalike hauled me towards the stairwell. We burst through the doors at a flat run. Without hesitation, he took the stairs leading up to the carpark two at a time. I dug in my heels at the next landing and refused to move until he explained things.
"Listen, buster, I don't know what kind of crazy game you're playing, but it's gone far enough!" I yelled. "That wasn't Arnie, I get it. Some dude who looks like him. But-"
The stairwell door suddenly crashed open below and the Arnie/Terminator appeared in the doorway. Reese-lookalike grabbed me, yanking me towards him just as 9mm bullets riddled the concrete wall where my head had been only moments before. Muffled against his hard chest, my scream echoed through the stairwell.
"RUN!" Reese-lookalike yelled to me, shoving me forward up the stairs. Then, whirling, he fired back with his Remington. The explosions were deafening in the narrow confines of the stairwell. Reflexively, I flinched and covered my ears.
There was no return fire.
Call me curious, call me stupid, but I had to look. Peeking past the railing, I saw the Arnie/Terminator sprawled flat on the landing, his body shredded with crimson holes. He was very much dead. I gaped down in shocked disbelief. Blinking, I then stared at the Reese-lookalike. He speared me with a fierce glare and shouted, "Run!"
But before I could move, something else caught my attention. Could things get any worse? You bet. The Arnie/Terminator was smoothly getting back to his feet.
"Oh man," I breathed. This just wasn't my day.
