“Quick, this way!” Luke shouted, his feet sprinting towards the wooden oak doors that lead into the manager’s office at the very back of the store.

He shoved the door open, stepping aside so I could run in after him. Coming to a stop inside the office, my lungs tried to recover from the exertion of racing through the entire supermarket.

“What WAS that, Luke?” I cried. My mind replaying the scene over and over again. We were standing by the check-out lanes when a group of people—no, that’s not right. Those were NOT people. Maybe they used to be, but something was eerily wrong with them. Their skin seemed to sag and separate from their limbs. There was no life in their dark sadistic eyes. Just death. Rot. Decay.

“I don’t fucking know, Lily. You think I know?! How the hell would I know?!” He shouted. He began frantically looting the items around the room—water bottles from the mini fridge, granola bars and goldfish from the snack bin. He pulled open the desk drawer, clutching the first aide kit and throwing it into the backpack he had found.

“We need to go, we need to go, we need to GO.” Luke said, starting to lose his head. “This is so bad.”

As his hand reached for the deadbolt on the door, an intense pounding beat from the other side. Moaning and groaning—unnatural, NOT human.

“What are we going to do…” I whispered. There was no other way out. We’re trapped. The room is inescapable.