Amelia felt utter and complete schock at the scene which befell her eyes. Her heart stopped beating, she couldn’t breathe. She blinked her eyes several times thinking, hoping beyound hope that this was some terrrible hallucination, a dream. But then the pungent, putrid odor hit her and reality slammed back down upon her like a stone.

She scanned over the scene before her, the piles of boddies, everywhere, everyone, they were all dead, and the blood. The blood was everywhere, after she opened the door blood started seeping around her brand new 500$ shoes she bought just for this event. Slowly she scotted back a few steps.

Her mind raced with thoughts. How did this happen? What happened? Who did this? Wait! If someone did this where they still here? The urge to run pulsed through her yet she felt frozen in placce.

The police, she should call the police. Her hands fumbled for her phone in her purse. In her panicked desperation she dropped the phone it slid across the blood slick floor and came to rest against one of the bodies.

No way was she going in after it. She would drive to the police station ane report what happened. Just as she was turning to go she heard a sound. A sort of a srape and shuffle, a low moan, something not quite human. She searched the room for the source, her heart now thundering as she did her best to hold her breath do to the stench.

She saw, she did not quite know what she saw. Something that looked like it came from a horror movie. It looked like it was human once. It was covered in blood, and gaunt like old photots o victims of starvation. Then she thought she caught a twtich out of the corner of her body. Did one of the bodies just move?

NO! NO! NO!

She chanted to her, this could not be real, and yet it was. She slammed the door closed, and slid out of her expensive designer shoes, leaving them behind she began to run. Her stockingined feet slipped on the hallway floor, and she almost fell once, but she caught herself and kept going.

She finally reached the exit doors and spilled out into the daylight. The sun was shocking after what she just witnissed, and everything looked so normal. She took a deep breath of fresh air.

At first all she could was stand there. Then she heard a sound like a wet slap, and she turned around and saw the streak of a bloody hand against the door of the builiding behind her.

She gapsed and bagan to run again. She took the steps before her two at a time and rounded the corner heading for the parking lot where her car was.