The Dying Generation

Chapter Forty-One

Alton turned away from the window and towards the door when he heard footsteps marching up the stairs.
My heart began to pound, afraid to be caught. Alton did nothing good to ease me when he rushed towards the door.
What was he doing? Trying to get caught faster? This wasn't the way to hide!

But instead of him opening the door, he pushed himself into the wall behind the door just as the door began to creek open.
The door whined silently in protest, I watched in fear as the white door swung closer and closer to us. I gripped onto the collar of my jean jacket, pulling it closer to my face. Almost like I could just hide in it. In the crack between the door and wall, where the hinges was, I saw movement. The door finally stopped, a few inches from Alton's face.

A man came out from the other side, dressed in a black, police uniform. He walked in with a little caution and alertness, with his hand resting on his weapon. He walked into the room, with his back to us. Completely unaware of our presence.

The man looked right, then left.
He was heading for the closet. But before I could see anything else he would do, Alton slunk his way around the door and out of the room and quietly as possible.
He glanced downstairs, eyeing the door. But his thoughts seemed to change when he saw a police women standing by the door, talking to Savannah. I could hear someone else rummaging through things downstairs.

"Damn it." Alton mouthed when his exit was now useless.
He headed towards another room when he noticed someone moving towards the stairs. In one swift movement, he opened the door and slunk in just as three cops and Savannah rushed by. The room he entered was dark and cramped. I assumed it must have been a closet. He listened closely, hearing them talking, hearing the voices get farther and farther away. When he felt it was safe, he cracked the door open, a sliver of light that came from the cracked door, landed right over his left eye. He watched for a second, then slowly began to open the door some. His fingers curled around me a little more, just as he was getting ready to make his move.

He opened it easily then placed his hands on the door to shut it as silently as possible. He looked right, then left, then went down the stairs.

He rushed towards the door, hearing footsteps from upstairs getting ready to head back downstairs. He grabbed onto the golden door knob a little too greedily, then stopped himself. He paid close attention to what was always going on behind him, but he went to his tippy toes, trying to peek through the small glass window that was over top the door.

"There's too many cops on the front lawn." He whispered as quietly as possible. Then he dropped back down to the flats of his feet. He turned to look back to the door, hearing the voices get closer.

"Come on, we'll find this stupid kid soon. They can't hide forever, they could be right under our noses as we speak!" A male cop from upstairs exclaimed, barely seeing the top of the stairs as a foot took it's first step on them, followed by another one. Another pair of feet followed as they came down the stairs. More than one cop was coming downstairs!

Alton rushed the opposite way, heading towards a door in another room I hardly paid any attention to. Like, this door blended in so well, most people probably wouldn't notice it first glance. He grabbed the old door knob and pulled it open, causing the door to squeak. He paused, wincing from the sound.

My shoulders shrugged up in reaction, waiting to hear someone yell at us. I bit my tongue, my eyebrows furrowing together in worry and fear. After not hearing an immediate response, Alton opened the door the rest of the way. It squeaked a little bit more, but quieter than the first. Alton flinched again in reaction but didn't wait as long.

I peered over at the door in front of us, seeing it lead to a dark, creepy room. I could barely see anything in it, but I could make out a set of stairs. Going down. A basement? I don't like this.. I don't want to go down there.