"Just open the damn door, Ryland," Rick gasped, his face blood red and dripping. Maya groaned, her head drooping onto her chest.
Ryland took in the others as he looked at Rick. Through the pounding in his head he was faintly aware of their lack of movement; of the sweat that soaked their clothes; of their wide opened mouths and bulging eyes that, apart from Ricks', seemed to be staring, seeing nothing.
"Now! For fucksakes, open it!" shouted Rick, "Now!"
With considerable effort Ryland turned the handle and pulled the door open.
Slowly, cooler air dribbled limply into the room.