Necrophelines
Chapter 2
Lights on. More commotion. Trumpets screeched. Gasps all over the auditorium. People in the corner were running red bloodied. As the crescendo built, a wave of the ones jumping from their seats rolled nearer and nearer our Sarah. People looked down towards their feet. Sarah looked down at her own. Tht. Tht. Black blurs dashing under the seats. Dark creature cold creature zoom under Sarah. Tht. Nimble necrophelines. Tht. Tht. Sarah stood. Prickly hands pushing her with the force of the dozens of let me outta here people. Tht. Tht. Everyone racing for the exits. A man was knocked to the floor. Sarah tried not to step on him but he looked already dead. Tht. Tht. Tht through the small spaces between the seats.
Behind Sarah, troubled bubble belly using his fists. "C'mon, move! Get me outta here!" Punch! upon Sarah's shoulder. Punch! upon Sarah's neck. Punch! upon Sarah's shoulder blade. Sarah Pure Sarah pushing backwards against his punches. She mustn't crush or injure the girl in front of her. Tht. Tht. Sarah moved with the crowd out of the auditorium into the narrow halls. An old man got forced against the wall, ricocheted off, and was thrust underneath the feet of the moving crowd. Careful, Sarah! Rib Crack! Stepped on a woman's chest. Creatures closer. SCREEETCH! SCREEETCH! Screeching creatures louder. Cat-beasts, biting beasts, side by side with Sarah, ankle-attacking the men and women beside her.
The end of the hall led straight to a classroom. Thank goodness, the girl made it inside. Men inside the classroom. Big men. Men with big arms. Big muscle-bumpy men pushed hard to close the door. But Sarah wasn't inside yet! A crescendo of drumming. Handsome hero successful with pulling Sarah into the room. Thank you, Mr. Hero. Bubble-belly man behind her reached through the crack of the door to get in. slam! went the door on his wrist. AAAAAHHH! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! He pulled his hand out and the door closed. His screams, their screams, door muffled screams. Sarah watched the strongest men of the room keep the door closed. KRUCK! KRUCK! The let-me-in people hammered and kicked. Yells humming against the door. KRUCK! KRUCK! KRUCK! Inside the classroom, the people listened, staring at the door. The creatures scrrich scrrich scrrrrich against it. Fewer cries for help, fewer screams. One by one, the men holding the door closed relaxed their push; no more added strength needed. Big Belly became the only voice left.
"For the love of G-d, open the door! Open the door!..."
And then all that was left was the scratching. scrrrich. Was it made by the creatures? Or by someone's fingernails? Sarah looked at the crack of the door below and she saw the shadows, poking shadows, paw shadows lunging jabbing thrusting at it. All watched silently. scrrich. scrrich…
…and then it was done.