Dead Boarder

Lang couldn't look away from the thing. He couldn't get out yet anyhow but he backed away as quickly as the pileup at the door allowed. The South had its folk tales about the unquiet dead. Lang knew the Europeans had theirs, too. Everywhere had stories about the dead rising but not everywhere had the dead actually rise.

"What are you? Jim? What do you want?"

The colours swirl about and amid the clouds, faces form, screaming. Through it, as if in response to Lang, the thing fixes its glare on Perry. With Sam in the way, it lurches towards him, swinging a bloody fist.

Having been in fights before, Sam knows when it's time to confront the enemy and when it's time to dodge. Now is a time to dodge.

After making certain that Ms. Baker is safe, Otto turns back towards the apartment, his head swimming and mind reeling. "Clear the room!" he shouts to the others. "Run! This way!"

If everybody is out, Sam leaves the room as well promptly. If not, he swings his foot at the monster to buy time.

Perry runs out into the hall, squeezing his way past Sam and Otto and heading for the stairs. He draws his gun as he goes, but is too focused on leaving to fire any shots at the monstrosity.

"Jim! Are you in there?! Damnit, Jim!" Lang shouted.

He couldn't get out but the creature's fixation made him believe he wasn't its immediate target.

"It wants what you're carrying, Perry! Drop it!"

This monster used to be his friend. Would Lang join him in death? Undeath? He had to think of a way out!