Blood on the floor

Startled, Micheal stumbled back a little, narrowly avoiding being hit by the falling door. Thankfully he was able to use his hand to hold it in place to avoid it from hitting the ground and then being completely exposed to the threat outside.

But the metal door was so heavy, causing Micheal to groan. Alexander rushed to the side and helped him hold up the door in place.

"Fûck why is this so heavy," Alexander said, the struggle evident on his scrunched face.

"Go get something to prop up the door," Micheal said.

Alexander was distant at first, he looked over to his side in search of anything strong enough to secure the door while he was still assisting Micheal in holding up the door. To his dismay, there was nothing close by leaving him with no choice but to go in search.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" He asked.

Micheal nodded and clenched his jaw. "Yeah, I will manage."

Reluctantly, Alexander let go of the door. Micheal groaned louder as the weight now pressed down on him.

Seeing him struggle, Alexander couldn't help but joke. "You're pretty strong for your age."

Micheal shot Alexander a mock glare, his face staring with effort. "Hey, watch it, young man! What's that supposed to mean? I am not that old yet." He said with his voice gruff.

This caused Alex to chuckle and he patted him on the back. "No offense Mike! I will be right back with something to prop the door. Hang in there!" And she sprinted off the lit corridor.

Meanwhile, Micheal grunted and groaned, his hand was shaking under the weight of the door as he tried to keep it from crashing down completely. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his hand began to shake.

Where the fuck is he? He hoped Alex would come sooner, or he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

The silence stretched on a long time until Mike's ear picked up a low guttural growl from the darkness beyond the door. His eyes widened in horror as soon as he realized what it meant- there were zombies on the other side.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath and gulped down nothing. Maybe if he didn't make any sound they wouldn't notice him. With that thought, he held his breath and prayed for them to pass him by.

Cold sweat trickled down Michael's neck, his heart was pounding like a drum. He strained to keep the heavy metal door from crashing down but his muscles were giving up. His grip on the door began to slip causing him to grit his teeth.

Another sweat slid down his forehead until it dropped on the floor. But as he looked down at his feet, his blood ran cold. The floor beneath him was slick with a dark, viscous liquid. More of the red substance continued to drip from above, splattering onto the ground with a sickening plop.

His eyes widened in horror as he followed the trail of blood upward, his gaze coming to rest on a rotten hand stretched forward from the darkness beyond the door.

"Aaaaarrrrggghhhhh!"

Micheal's scream echoed through the corridor. He stumbled backward, his hands slipping on the blood-soaked floor and the metal door crashed to the ground now leaving the exit completely exposed.

He tried to scramble back to his feet with the hope of still being able to escape.

But it was too late.

His hands only slipped further on the slick floor. The sickening stench of rotting flesh enveloped him. With a guttural growl, the first of the zombies surged forward, its decaying fingers reaching out hungrily toward him.

"No!" He yelled out in fear as the zombie inches closer.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"AAAAAAGH!"

On the other side, Alexander sprinted down the dim corridors. He had to desperately find something to prop up the door, and fast. He could hear Michael's grunt and groans growing pounder and he knew his friend was struggling to hold on.

His eyes darted back and front, searching for anything when the light went off. "Shît!" He groaned, now enveloped in darkness. He clicked on the nearby switch and thankfully the light came back on but the bulb still flickered slightly. A sign that it would give out soon.

. Alexander knew he was running out of time. His heart pounded in his chest as his footsteps echoed in the eerie silence. Just as he rounded a corner, he caught sight of a heavy metal beam leaning against the wall. It was perfect, but as he rushed forward to grab it, the flickering light bulb gave one last flicker and died, plunging the corridor into darkness once more.

"Fûck!" Alexander cursed, his hands outstretched in the darkness as he fumbled blindly, trying to locate the beam.

In the darkness, Alexander's outstretched fingers finally brushed against the cold metal. "Got it!" he hissed in triumph. Wasting no time, he hefted the heavy beam onto his shoulder and sprinted back down the corridor, his heart hammering in his chest.

As he rounded the corner, he was met with a chilling sight. The metal door lay on the ground, shattered pieces of concrete and wood strewn around it, and Micheal no where to be seen.

"Where the heck did he go," he muttered to himself, stepping closer to the metal door.

"Micheal," he called out, keeping his voice in a hushed tone. "Where are you, you fool." He said again and placed his hand in his pocket, pulling out his handgun that was given to each of them just in case of emergency. Although he hoped this wasn't the case.

But as he near the fallen door, his foot suddenly splashed down on a puddle of water, soaking his shoe and causing him to stumble back and curse.

"Agh…" cursing under his breath, he inspected his shoe. His fingers slid down his shoe coming away sticky with a dark, dark liquid.

His blood ran cold as he examined it more carefully and he soon realized what it was.

Blood!

Still fresh and warm.

Now on high alert, a chill went down his spine as he followed the blood trail with his eyes. His gaze came to rest on a zombie hurriedly devouring the flesh of a man lying motionless on the ground.

Alexander's eyes widened in horror as he recognized the motionless body being devoured by the zombie. "Michael! Oh no, no, no!" he whispered, his voice trembling with shock and grief.