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They huddled in the glow of a single incandescent bulb dangling from the ceiling; there hadn't been a sound from outside in a while.
The cramped supply closet afforded them modest shelter from the thing that slumped through the corridors looking for them; and it would continue to, if the door holds up.
They tensed; It was approaching the closet again.
A shadow appeared at the doorjamb; It didn't move away like last time.
The door frame shuddered; hinges groaning against the force of the first blow.
The door itself began to splinter from the force of the second impact.

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    Jason Mott over 7 years ago

    'It' is whatever you want it to be. :)

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    D.M. over 7 years ago

    'Liking the words" slumped" and "splinter".
    ... To be continued?

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    Jason Mott over 7 years ago

    Well, I made it up on the fly, so if more comes to me on it, I will certainly revisit it.

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