02 - Elevators

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His phone blinked signaling for a new text message. He glanced at it and sighed when he saw her name on his screen and an excerpt of her message. He reached for the phone and read the message, rolling his eyes as he finished and placed it back on the table. Clearly, divorce is the only answer to all his problems. His wife of seven years has probably gone insane telling him that their neighbors had ripped each other's faces off. He shrugged and looked at the wall clock in front of him.

5:45, it says. He stood up and walked towards the door, discovering he was alone as he opened it. He stood there for a few seconds and finally remembered that the rest of his team were sent home early due to some health hazard... something. His brows furrowed as he tried to think of the exact reason but gave up almost immediately. He must be really hard at work that day. He closed his office door behind him and walked towards the elevator; a few seconds later it opened and he stepped in.

As the elevator traveled down to the basement parking of the building, the lights flickered but not once did it bother him. He was swamped with ideas on how to break the news to his wife that he had decided for them to divorce. The elevator bell rang signaling that he had reached the basement parking, he stepped out and walked towards his car; halfway through, he realized that he had forgotten his laptop, he cursed and walked back to the elevators when suddenly a car alarm broke off in the distance, realizing it was his he ran close enough to turn it off, thinking that it was another stray cat. When he went back to the elevators he was greeted by the disgusting scene of a woman disemboweling a man inside.

His heart pounded loudly, he swore anyone near him (had there any apart from the two in front of him) could hear it. He ran to his car faster than he had ever run in years and got inside, locking all doors as he did.

He pulled out of the parking area to find that the streets were crowded and with practically the same scene he had just witnessed.

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