Moments 2.0 | Sweet Home | Cha Hyun Soo

Chapter 2: Find another way

FIND ANOTHER WAY
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Yeonha eventually manages to make it to her feet.

Her ears are still ringing, she's swaying on the spot and she's also partly hunched over, clutching her broken ribs that hurt every time she breathes in and then out.

She gasps through the pain until she has breathed in enough air and then she takes her first step forward, her vision clouds over momentarily as the blood rushes through her body straight to her skull so she takes a momentary stop to prevent herself from keeling over.

When the sound of rushing blood in her ear eases, she blinks, she breathes a sharp breath and then she slowly puts one foot forward again.

'Just a little further Yeonha, you can do this.'

She staggers like a drunk, and it takes her a lot longer than it should have to make it to the rooftop door. Yeonha had just fallen from the sky, injured her arm, her finger and her ribs and was probably concussed too so she decided not to be too hard on herself for it.

After much effort, she makes it to the door and rests herself against it for a moment, pressing her throbbing forehead against the cool metal as she pants heavily trying to catch her breath. It hurts, it hurt to breath so much that tears prick in the corner of her eyes and she heaves, retching with nausea.

Her hands; broken, blood-stained, dust-stained, scratched and now rust-stained, splay out against the door and she inhales and pushes.

Here we go.

The door doesn't even so much as creak.

Her heavy-lidded eyes are suddenly alert.

No. No. No

She scans the door for a handle, but there isn't one? Her brows knit together, and her hands roam over the rusted metal around its seams searching for hinges or something, anything that was some sort of opening.

A keypad then? Maybe it had a keypad. She stands back and searches, looks at the wall framing the door but finds nothing. Her heart begins to race a little, the edges of panic starting to eat at her from within.

Trying her best to avoid a freak-out,  she convinced herself that It was just an old door, it had rusted so it was a little stiff, all it needed was just a push with a little more force.

With her good shoulder, she pushes herself into the door with all the strength she can muster, dust and peeling rust flake off into the air around her and she coughs. It hurts. The door does not budge.

She tries again a second time, after that a third, and then a fourth.

But of course, it didn't open, why would it? These kinds of doors were the type you couldn't open from the outside and if she had looked at it properly the first time she would have known and not gotten her hopes up.

She slumps against the foot of the door with a sob, too stubborn to admit defeat just yet. With her unbroken fingers, she shrieks, braying on the metal door with all of her frustration. Her knuckles start to bleed with the force but she does not stop.

When her fingers start to throb again, too much to keep going, she lets her hands fall into her lap. Staring at the door she wonders, what was she supposed to do now? Wait? Hope that someone in the building would make it to the roof and find her- what if the complex had already been evacuated and there was no one? What if the only things left in the building were monsters?

If that was the case then she couldn't even keep screaming out for someone to help her.

Yeonha was trapped.