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Then from behind me I heard a familiar sound - screeching. Was I surrounded? I had nowhere to run, I was trapped between the creatures behind me and the shadowy figure in front. Thenthe figure in front of me shouted something. It sounded human. I could make out her words. “Over here! Hurry, they coming!” Confused and not knowing what to do, I ran towards the voice. I looked over my shoulder, there must have been at least half a dozen of them. They sounded angry. I sprinted ahead. They must have heard me running away and they rushed in my direction. One of them was moving very sluggishly, while the rest were already catching up. “Quick! Get inside!” I dashed through the door and shut it behind me. Panting hard, and still numb from the wound I had gotten earlier, I looked up at my savior. She had long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and sported frameless glasses. She was in a white office shirt with navy stripes and black pants. I had seen her quite a few times when I dropped my wife off to work, she was the receptionist and at front counter of Froumann Inc.

“Elizabeth. Is Elizabeth still here? Where is she? Is she upstairs?” I asked, my words were chopped up with heavy breathing and desperation. She stood there and waited for me to catch my breath. “Elizabeth? You mean Elizabeth Marley? She wasn’t here in the office when it all happened? She left the building at around lunchtime. She said she had to head over to Westlake Street to run an errand. She was supposed to be back an hour ago but that was before all of this happened. I don’t know what’s going on but there are a quite a few of us trapped in this building.” I stared at her, not knowing what to say. Of all the things that could happen, my wife had to leave her office just before all these happened. Great, now what? Gutter City was so huge I didn’t even know where to start looking for her. But I was desperate to find her. I had to. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Mary Linken. I’m the receptionist at Froumann Inc. I’ve seen you before, are you...Elizabeth’s husband?” she continued. I lost my train of thought and only caught her last few words. “Yea, nice to meet you too. Albeit under not so pleasant circumstances. I’m James. Thanks for helping me back there. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t show up to help me.” 

I looked around, everything was illuminated by the emergency lights which were running on the generator’s power. They wouldn’t last very long. I walked around out front, there wasn’t anyone there too. “Where are the others? Are they all hiding upstairs?” I asked. “No one dared to come down after the incident happened. I volunteered to come down to keep watch in case there were any updates or any of those creatures broke in. I call them Screechers because that’s what they all do – screech.” I scanned her from head to toe, she was pretty skinny and of average height. She doesn't seem afraid of them, I thought in amazement. She looked at me and as though she had read my thoughts she said, “I know I may not look it, but I’m a toughie," she said in a joking manner, "I have a black belt in Karate and I’ve been through basic self-defense classes before. You know how it’s like in Gutter City, not really a safe place to be in.” I nodded in agreement, still skeptical of what she said. But being down here alone was brave enough. “Should we head upstairs? You should get that wound taken care of. I know someone who knows first aid up there.” As we walked towards the lifts, the lights came back on. What was going on? Were there still people operating the power at the stations? “This is good, at least now we don’t have to take the stairs all the way up to the twenty-fifth floor," she said. Twenty-fifth floor? She was actually going to walk all the way up to the twenty-fifth floor? I smiled and continued towards the lift. We got in and she pressed “25”. “No kidding," I said. "I thought you were joking about the twenty-fifty floor thing." “I wish,” she replied, “taking the lift up is long enough.”

As door slowly shut, my mind was flooded with thoughts – Where can she possibly be in a city this big? Where do I begin to even look for her? Is she already dead? The ride up was accompanied by an awkward silence. Mary knew I was deep in thought and so she kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt. I noticed this. But not knowing what to say, I didn’t break the silence too. The journey up seemed like eternity.