Traum von Asterhive

The Stairs

You open your eyes in a hall. The infected are close.

You are alone. You don't know why, but that thought makes you want to cry. You ignore it and get up.

You cannot remember how you got where you are, but it shouldn't matter. You want to live, is all, so that's what you'll do.

You run and find an emergency stairwell. You enter and barricade it just as two women descend.

"What are you doing?" the elder woman asks.

"There are zombies everywhere," you reply, making sure the door is locked. "Or maybe they're vampires. All I know is that a raccoon did it."

The younger woman steps over and peers at the door's glass window. "Oh my."

"Yeah, so be careful. What's upstairs, by the way?"

The women look at each other, then at you. "The spire," they say.

You raise an eyebrow.

"You should look at it," says the elder.

The younger nods, adjusting her glasses. "It's a lovely view."

You're afraid of heights, but if these two didn't know about the infected, then maybe it's still safe up there.

"Thanks," you say.

They smile at you and disappear down the stairs. When you check, they've disappeared.

You turn your attention to the stairs leading up. "The spire, huh?"

Well, it's not like you have anything to lose.