Zombie Plague, Part 1

Bob stopped climbing the cable for a second and looked down. A group of five human figures was slowly crawling up the sides of the elevator shaft. Fear shot through him, but he looked up again, and gritted his teeth. He reached up, pulled, and pushed with his legs, moving further up the shaft, towards the opening on the 27th floor.

Beeping noises from below suddenly startled him. He recognized the beeping. A mobile phone was ringing. Retching in the back of his throat, he remember that the zombies had until recently been living people. Normal people with normal lives, normal families, normal jobs. He choked, held back the vomit, and kept moving upwards, moving his tired muscles again and again.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door loomed within a metre or so. The zombies were far behind. But as he pulled himself up to the door, he felt his hands tap. The doors were glass, and they were closed. Standing and barely balancing on the tiny ledge, he quickly thought.

With no time to catch his breath, he leapt, grabbed the cable, and swung to the other side of the elevator. He pushed, hard, and swung back, slamming into the plate glass and smashing it open. Shards tearing at his skin, He fell through the glass. Blood dripped onto the carpet as he pulled himself up. He found himself in an room filled with cubicles, but saw no zombies among the short partitions.

His wounds were painful, but nothing critical, and he looked for some way to stop the zombies. No solution presented itself, until he noticed the button on the elevator door. It was still green and glowing. He hit it. A rumble shuddered through the building, and a few seconds later, an elevator passed down through the shaft.

From one of the corridors, he heard a stomping noise, like several feet slowly walking in step. Bob quickly ducked into a cubicle. The computer in the cubicle showed bouncing squares. A low moaning filled the room, same as the other zombies in the shopfloor had made. There seemed to be no escape other than to sit tight in the cubicle and hope the zombies avoided it.

-to be continued