A pain-filled scream punched through the air. The man shoved her from him and hastily moved away. But she was stubborn in her actions and lunged again, getting him in the face.
Nia stood frozen in the corner, back rigid against the wall, as she watched blood seep like a river from her assault.
He cried out in pain when the blonde lady ripped her head back and a chunk of his flesh wedged between her teeth.
She should move. Try to do something to help, but her limbs were rooted by terror and before she knew it the blonde woman tore at him with immaculate strength, blood spurred, chunks of flesh hit the ground and the man's cries stilled.
Nia's vision faded in and out, her ears rang and the only sound she could make out was her stuttering breaths.
The blonde lady's head whipped in her direction, jolting Nia from her stupified state. Her finger relentlessly began to jab on the button to open the door.
The woman let out an ear-piercing guttural screech, a feral look in her eyes as she glared at Nia with hatred .
Then, she lurged, grabbing at her feet. Nia stepped to the side, swiftly avoiding the grip. Edging around the confined space, dodging her claws as much as she could.
"Get away!" She screamed but her cries seemed to go over the feral lady's head, hardheaded in her attacks.
Nia tripped over the the man's mauled body, slipping into a wet substance. She looked down into the pool of crimson, everywhere. It coated the metal surfaces, the floor, her.
Taking the chance at her moment of weakness. The feral woman pounced on Nia. Her jaws working to get a bite out of her. Nia struggled, keeping her grip tightly on her throat to hold her back. The woman's fingernails digged into her scalp and she yelped in pain.
Nia managed to throw her off. The woman's head slammed against the wall in a loud thump, but she stood right back up as if it didn't faze her.
Nia stuck out her foot and kicked her off balance, she crashed to the floor with a snarl.
The elevator doors finally dinged open and Nia nearly sobbed in relief. Scrambling clumsily off the floor and bolted outside.
"Somebody, please help! Help!... some-..." The words died under her breath as she stared with widened eyes around at the chaos in the lobby.
People were screaming and running everywhere. A man in bloody jean overalls attacked another screaming man. The receptionist hid trembling behind her desk, telephone to the ear. The attackers snarled and ran with jerky movements after more petrified victims.
Everything was frantic.
With a cold chill, Nia staggered away until her steps gradually turned into sprints. She sped down the hallway passed multiple elevator doors. After the events that took place just moments ago, she was reluctant to get into another confined space.
Nia glanced behind to see if any crazy or that feral woman was following.
A blur of blonde and then a helpless old lady hit the floor.
She had found another victim to munch on.
Snapping her eyes away, not wanting to witness another brutal murder, she pumped her legs harder to fasten her pace.
Nia caught sight of the bright red emergency exit sign above the grey painted door. Pushing through, she bolted up the zig-zag structure two steps at a time, her tight grip on the railing prevented her from tumbling down and breaking a bone.
She ripped the mask from her face that made it difficult to breathe, and inhaled a lung full of air.
When she reached the fifth floor she was heaving a trait for a highly unfit body. Nia put her palm on the handle but instantly halted and peeked through the small reinforced glass window. When Nia saw no crazy people in sight, she ran out into the hallway towards her apartment door.
With trembling fingers she pressed down on the padlock, but it kept denieghing her access. She prayed that Martha hadn't changed the password yet, thinking that she left.
While she struggled, a gurgling sound followed by shuffles of footsteps echoed off the quiet walls.
Nia froze. Slowly she shifted her gaze to the right.
A middle aged man with a receding hairline, clad in a blood stained open robe and pajamas, shuffled drunkly closer, with occasional jerks and twitches spasming through his body.
Despite her standing right there, He didn't seem to notice.
As he neared his sickly features stood out more. The jaundice eyes, bloody saliva dripping down his chin, blisters and sores around the face oozing puss.
He sniffed the air, letting out growls that seemed more animal than human.
Nia waited rigidly until he passed by her, clamping her lips shut, concealing any possible sound.
Not even when he rounded the corner did she allow herself to breathe and continued to punch in the digits.
Another access denied buzz.
"Shit! Come on, come on," She urged impatiently, biting down on her lip.
Trying again, 22357
DENIED
22358
DENIED
Damn it! What was the number again?
2235-
A bone chilling screech and running feet made all the hair stand up from her body. She snapped her gaze towards the source.
The middle aged man came back, and this time more faster, fiercer. This time he seemed to know she's there.
Hurriedly tapping again at the pad.
2234- no 57
DENIED
He knocked over a pot plant in his charge, the shards shattering on the tile, covered in soil.
They were now three apartment doors apart and Nia squealed, jumping desperately on the tips of her feet, fingers jabbing on the screen.
22359
ACCESS ACCEPTED
Without second thought, she burst into the room and went to shut the door but his chubby fingers wedged through the gap. Nia cursed and slammed repeatedly on the bones until a sickening crack echoed. Yet it didn't shake his resolve.
But, Nia was just as stubborn and with a final harsh force slammed the door so hard that the fingers between the frame decapitated and fell to the floor in bloody chunks.
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Haven Heights
Horror**Weekly updates** Nia, a 20-year-old broke college student, is trapped inside Haven Heights Apartments when a sudden zombie outbreak turns her city into a nightmare. As the undead swarm the streets and the power grid fails, Nia and the remaining re...
