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An entry into the January 2008 Twilight Creations contest by Mathieu Kermel
This isn't so bad, well, actually it is. I'm locked alone in this small closet, without a single way out. They are I don't know how many scratching the door from outside.
I shouldn't be there. I was running with the other guys from the rescue team. I just stopped for a second and they were gone.
Without this bad sense of direction I would have found a way out this hospital. Now I'm here without a single weapon...My kingdom for a fire axe, or even a plaster garden dwarf.
I could open this door, crush a few skulls and run. Empty-handed as I am, no way.
I don't even remember how this damn mess started... Every thing happened so fast.
First there were those "hobos" attacking suburbs. Well, was it this so called Z virus or the martial law came first? Whatever.
After few weeks of pure chaos and mayhem, I found myself joining volunteers for supplies provisioning at the refugees camp.
And here I am tempted between opening a door and risking death or staying in this room forever and die anyway.
Will the guys notice my absence? Will they come back for me. How have I ended up here?
Ok don't start to panic. I don't want to do something very stupid, and I know how stupid people end up in this area... Leave me time to find a solution; and you out there : stop that noise with that STUPID DOOR!!!
I don't even remember how it looks outside; I was kind of busy running from them to notice anything.
Why did I choose this room?
For the moment they are just scratching the door. They won't get in there so easily, it leaves me a lot of time to find how to get out.
The room is completely empty, so there is nothing to expect from this side. They are pretty obstinate out there, so nothing to expect either.
There is nothing left in my bag except a city map and a first aid kit. The map would be useful outside and I would use the kit if I get hurt, but no way, I'm too lucky for that.
Come on big boy ,no brain cramp. No time for this, stay cool and use your mind: what do I know about them?
They are stupid. They are slow. They are hungry. They are numerous.
Gosh, I'm so screwed...
Do I take the risk? How many are they? If they are just a few I could deal with them.
HOW MANY ARE YOU?
Grrrrrrr, it's the only thing that can come out of your mouth. That's not very helpful, thank you guys.
Looking under the door could be a good idea. Why haven't I thought about it earlier?
I can see five or six feet, so they are three or four. I can deal with that.
Or not? If they were more? Many more? Many, many more? They were not there when we came up, so they can't be that many now. Where do they come from actually?
I have to escape now, before more arrive.
So get ready, drop the bag, check the shoes, take a deep breath, walk to that door...
I cannot even feel fear. I'm over it now. It's time to go...
I push the door...
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