“Stay true to who you are my flower,” Lance says as he slumps backwards in the chair, his eyes lifeless, she grips his hand tightly as the tears run freely down her face, David places a hand on her shoulder, and she turns to him, his face busted, bloody and bruised, and she gives him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand.”We have to go,” he says.
“I know, I just don’t want to leave him here, not to them.”
“We don’t have a choice, the longer we stay here the closer they get, we have to go,” she gets to her feet and gives Lance one last look before she follows David out of the room, her eyes darting feverishly around, searching for any signs of them, she grips his hand tightly as they hear scurrying coming from the ceiling above them, and he squeezes it back. Chunks of ceiling tiles crash to the ground behind them, but neither look back as they run into the schools dimly lit hallway, screams that send spine tingling waves of nausea through them both fill the hallway behind them, as they hear claws scratch the polished concrete. As they get closer to the doorway to freedom the ripping of the claws in the ground behind them intensifies, knowing there must be at lest twenty to thirty of those things behind them, within reach of the door he desperately extends his arm out as something leaps from the open door to the left and bites down on his arm, he screams in pain as he crashes to the ground, dragging her with him. She scrambles to her feet.
“Run! Go!” He yells as he tries to fight the small beast off, she grabs the handle of the door as she crashes into the doorway as the small horde of these demonic, green creatures rip and tear into them both, her bloody hand slams against the doors window as she is dragged to the ground. Suddenly several gun shots silence the screams and the creatures scurry of into the darkness, she stands at the end of the hall, smoke rising from the shot gun.
“Can you walk?”
“Mary, can you walk?”
“I-I can try.”
“That’s going to have to do,” she says as she helps her to her feet. “They’ll be back, in stronger numbers, so we have to move, I’m sorry about David, he didn’t deserve to die that way.”
She looks over at what remains of David’s corps, his ribs stick from his chest, exposed and covered in meaty chunks of flesh, his intestines lie scattered around the floor, chewed and torn. She places a hand over her mouth and sucks in a breath as she holds back her tears.
“Mary? We don’t have time, I’m sorry, but we have to move, NOW!” She says as she grabs Mary by the arm and pulls her back down the hallway.
“What the hell is going on? What are these things?”
“They’re vermin, older than man, they say they were gods first attempt at a sentient life form. Obviously he failed, and he buried them, deep in the earths core, where they laid dormant for a millennia or more, until they were disturbed and set free to roam again, and they’re hungry.”
“Why the hell didn’t he just unmake them?”
“Because that’s not what he does, he creates, good, bad, it doesn’t matter, he just creates and sees what happens.”
“Well that just doesn’t make sense.”
“Nothing ever does when it comes to his ways, in here, we’ll be safe, he will protect us,” she says as they run into the school chapel.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?”
Before them, crawling across the walls, roof and floors are hundreds of the small creatures, they hiss and growl at the girls, and then attack, leaving no time for them to try to escape but only to scream. But that too does not last long as an ever growing pool of blood runs out from underneath the door, and the only sound that can be heard is that of the foul creatures crunching and chewing on flesh and bone.