The screams came from Lensi. He stood on top of the car trying to pull Kristoff through with him. Hands were grabbing them from below and they struggled to make it through the small trap door.
“Kristoff!” I called down to them. Helpless from my position to do anything but watch.
“What in tha hell are you doing out of the apartment,” Kristoff said followed by, “What tha fuck!” As a hand grabbed his ankle and he kicked it away.
“Allison can you open the door any more?” Lensi yelled to me as he tried to slide the metal grate back into place to frantically block out the reaching figures below.
I turned to Zakharov who stood there watching. He shook his head. “Smarter thing to do would be to go down and open the third-floor doors instead.”
I nodded silently and turned back to the two in the elevator shaft.
“We’re going down to open the lower doors! Be ready,” I told Lensi before I grabbed the poker and backtracked to the stairs. Zakharov my silent companion.
With trepidation, I opened the door to the third floor. The first hall looked empty but I could hear the angered and pained moans of several people. They sounded close but I couldn’t pinpoint where exactly. A room maybe? It seemed muffled, so most likely.
“They don’t sound so happy,” Zakharov noted.
He seemed to have fixed his shaded gaze on a certain set of doors about halfway down the hall. A possible source for the noises. Also, directly in the path we needed to take.
“Maybe they’re hiding from the riots,” I reasoned. If people were outright attacking others and the entire populace of the city had gone crazy then yes, a little bit of crying and screaming was acceptable.Read More