“Run!” She screamed.
I had only seen the woman once prior walking her fat pug as I passed her on my way to the mailbox. She had smiled politely and I back at her but now they were swarming over her. Hundreds of tiny clawed fingers, some brandishing spears others swinging little scimitars, were tearing her apart. Some paused a moment to chew bloody chunks but the horde kept coming, soon they’d be nipping at our heels if we didn’t hurry.
I pulled Dawn who in turn was doing the same to her son, Patrick. I said a silent prayer that none of us tripped as we raced toward the stairs leading up to our apartment. A few steps from them I dared a glance back. They were closing fast, maybe fifteen feet behind us. My heart leapt into my throat. No way we’re going to make it, I thought. They were swarming the sides of other buildings, nothing seemed to slow them down.
“You first Patrick! I’ve got your mom, Run!” Patrick bolted up the steps as I swept Dawn into my arms.
Patrick struggled with the key in his panic. I set Dawn on her feet grabbing him by the shoulder, “Take a deep breath. You can do it.” I told him calmly.
Time crawled as the demons reached the top of the stairs. Finally the key turned the lock popping the door open. I shoved Patrick inside with my left hand pulling Dawn hard throwing her in ahead of me with my right. I stepped in slamming the door shut just in time as tiny spears, swords and claws clanked against the door. I flicked the deadbolt knowing it wouldn’t hold for long. I knew they’d break the window in no time at all.
“Back bedroom! Now!” I yelled.
“You two in the bathroom and lock the door. Understand?” Patrick stood stoic, “Move now!” Still he stood frozen.
I grabbed Dawn hugging her tight knowing it was probably the last time I’d ever feel her in my arms. Grabbing her face with both hands I kissed her hard one last time. The door creaked loudly cutting our last kiss abruptly short. I pushed them both in the bathroom before Dawn could protest, “Do not open this door for any reason. I love you.” Dawn teared up and began to protest as I shut the door.
Barricading the door was the first priority. I grabbed ahold of our heavy antique dresser hoping I could move it fast enough. They were small enough to fit under but it would slow them down some. The door was already beginning to bulge from the pressure as I flipped the dresser end over end dropping it in front of the door. Next I flipped the mattress and box spring against the wall grabbing a metal rail from the frame. It wasn’t much but it was all I had. Standing with the rail I felt a sting in my calf then three more.
I expected to see them flooding into the room but instead they were entering one by one, slow and methodical. A few jabbed at my feet with their tiny spears and scimitars but the rest were waiting. I swept the few nuisances away with the rail enjoying the crunch they made smacking into the wall.
“You’re next motherfuckers!” I yelled shooting them a smile.
They made no noise. Instead, as though a silent order had been given, the horde bared their razor sharp yellow teeth in wicked smiles simultaneously. I swung the bedrail sending a dozen flying. Still they didn’t advance. They waited knowing I had nowhere to run but if I was going down I was sending as many of them back to hell as I could. I swung sending dozens at a time back to hell. Their black blood stained the floor and walls but it was no use.
First their spears, claws and teeth tore into my feet before one with a scimitar took out my Achilles’ tendons dropping me to my knees. I still swung away but my blood mixed quickly with their inky black goo. They tore me apart without mercy. One second I was kneeling in a pool of my own blood, the next my bowels were sliding out around me. I wanted to cry out to my lovely Dawn but too late, the bastards were pulling my lungs out.
Darkness was coming for me when one of the demons bent down looking me dead in the eye, “Guess who’s next. Enjoy hell Feind.”