More Stairs

I follow Beth through the door gripping on to her black raggy t shirt. Ahead of us is another long corridor. A long white corridor. Just like the one we just left there are more corridors at the sides with many more rooms. How many more people are here? How can we be the only survivors? Again, so many different thoughts swim through my mind.

“Why would someone do this to us?” I ask.

“Amy” Beth snaps and turns to me, clearly annoyed. “I don’t mean to snap, but we need to keep going. These people are all dead, so please stopping and let’s just keep going” I can see that she is clenching her teeth and she takes a deep sigh in trying to let some of the anger out. I look down at the others who look up at me in deep awe.

“I’m sorry” I say and then rub my forehead. I watch Beth as she opens a door to the right of us, this leads to more stairs. Now I wonder how more stairs we will have to walk up before we get out of here. Maybe one more, maybe three more, or maybe ten. I am too excited by the thought that we are actually on our way out of this building. 

The End

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