Flesh Eaters

Escape

Chapter 40 - Escape

*Murphy's POV*

"Everyone out the window," I command as I glance down. The smart ones are slowly progressing. The taller male stands on top of two boxes, reaching towards the beam we sit on. The second one paces below, following us as we move toward the window.

I ignore the monsters and press forward. Occasionally I glance over my shoulder, making sure Grey still follows. The third time I look back, her brown eyes lock with mine. A look of fear swims in their depths but she puts on a strong face.

Finally I reach the small window. A dirty pane of glass traps me inside, keeping away me away from the dark outside world. I wipe away a layer of cobwebs and dust that covers the glass. Looking out the foggy glass I can just see a dumpster sitting below.

"Break the glass already," Baird hisses.

Glancing back I find one of the two eaters crawling up onto a beam. Its movements are stiff and tense like that of an elderly person, yet quick and accurate.

Returning my attention the window I shift my position so my feet are closer to the glass. With a single kick the glass shatters and cascades to the ground below like a waterfall. Using my boot I push the remaining glass shards out. Once satisfied that is as safe as it's going to get I usher Grey forward.

"There's a dumpster just below the window, land on that. Once ya' get down there look for somewhere ta' hide. I'll follow once everyone's out."

She eyes me for a moment then glances back at the advancing eater. "You better follow," she says before she carefully slips out the window.

I hear her feet hit the top of the dumpster with a heavy thud. The sound booms in the station causing the two monsters to simultaneously roar.

Hurriedly I escort Matt, Baird, and Evans out the window. Each drops down onto the dumpster with booming thuds. Every boom of feet on the dumpster's lid riyals the eaters up. As I hurry Tess out and watch her safely land on the dumpster lid, I notice a flash of movement below me.

Looking down I find the second smart eater to be missing. "Shit," I curse under my breath. Casting one last glance behind myself I shimmy out of the window. My feet slam against the metal and I feel the sound vibrate in the soles of my feet. Glass crunches beneath my boots as I jump off the dumpster.

An eerie silence follows. My eyes pane the darkness looking for both the group and any signs of danger. My ears ring with the strange silence engulfing me.

Somewhere behind the station I catch a shadow race by. Unsure if was one of the living or not I crouch down. The steady sound of feet pounding against pavement fills the silences.

As I listen I being to wonder if one of the smart once would even be able to run, after all their movements are so stiff. Still, they are strangely quick. After a moment of mulling this over I decide to investigate.

On light feet I move forward. My boots tap lightly against the pavement. As I round the back corner of the station a cold breeze blows through, rolling an empty bottle. I pause and listen. In the silence of the night the plastic bottle against the pavement sounds strangely loud. I watch the bottle move as a sense of unease washes over me.

My skin craws as the sense of being watched hits me. Subconsciously my hand drifts down to the handgun holstered in the belt of the jeans as I slowly turn around.

In the shadows I find a tall silhouette standing stiffly. The moonlight reflects off the two beady eyes that silently watch me. The figure causally adjusts its stance so that it mirrors mine.