Escaping Demons

Chapter 1

Opening his eyes, he saw that the elevator doors were opening and closing, bumping against his body, which was strewn between the elevator floor and the parking garage floor. Gasping, he jumped to his feet, feeling a large surface area of cold, wetness on his self. Stepping forward away from the elevator, he turned to look before the doors closed. His eyes got wider, and he was left speechless. He turned to the cold feeling on his shoulder. His shirt was soaked in blood.

With his renewed shock, it didn't seem to immediately phase him. A shakey hand reached up to feel his neck, which had slowly revealed to him a growing pain at the base of his neck. He felt something, which shouldn'tve been there. The elevator doors closed, revealing a dull mirror image of himself. They felt organized, as the image of the woman's fangs flashed in his mind. Many different thoughts followed, trying to discern what just happened... and what he would do about it.

He then realized that he hadn't seen the southern man, and scurried to the button of the elevator to reopen the door. The elevator moved down once again, and a ding sounded through the echoey garage. The door opened, and he sighed. His vision earlier had been confirmed, as he saw the southern man lying there, in a pool of his own blood. Shaking his head, the intern turned to the parking garage, checking for his keys. Again, he was stopped in his tracks. He had failed to notice the rest of the scene before him.

Bodies. Everywhere. Strewn about, dismembered, all with their own pools of blood, and splattered marks on respective cars. A total massacre. Searching further, he saw no movement. He had an assumption as to what happened, though, whoever it was seemed to be no longer present. Walking down the garage, he looked to his car. One of the few which were left largely alone, albeit with some scuffs from bodies nearby. He got into the car, started it, and began winding his way through the parking floor to find the exit.

The gate opened without question as he neared, having photo recognition of the license plate be the main requirement of entry or exit. Pulling out onto the street, life seemed as usual outside. People walked down the sidewalks, some with dogs, some with kids, others driving about. Somehow, the world seemed to not even notice the complete blood rain that fell on this building. And, most wouldn't find out, being that to his knowledge he was the sole survivor.

The drive to his home was quiet, and solemn. He stared blankly as onlookers didn't share a second glance. Everything seemed business as usual.

Hanging his keys on a ring, he took off his suit jacket. Walking to the basement, he hung each piece of his garments separately, and stared at them. Feeling the marks on his neck again, they were not bleeding. Residual blood stained his hands, but they felt as if they had healed over in the time it had been since he was apparently bitten. He sighed, shaking his head. He reminded himself that there were other suits to be had in his closet.

Walking back upstairs, he started a shower and began to rid himself of semi-dried bloodstains. The entire scene still plagued his mind with total dominance, though he was secondarily trying to figure out how on earth he was going to explain this to someone. After his shower, he looked at himself in the mirror, better observing his marks. They were completely healed over, his body hair seeming unbothered by the mortal wound he was given less than an hour ago. Entering his bedroom, he dressed himself in casual clothes, it only being 6pm. Just then, he heard a knock at the door.

Instinctively walking toward the sound, he paused. Realizing that the whole encounter had started when three strangers simply boarded an elevator with him. Granted, he didn't know how the rest of the employees of the building were killed, though that didn't matter. He slowly approached the door, hesitantly looking through the peephole. There was a woman holding a clipboard standing outside, who checked her watch before staring at the door again. He sighed, unlocking the door, only allowing it open by the chain which held it from opening further.