We’ve been up here for almost a month now. The stairwell is barricaded and the old lift dismantled. At first, we could hear them clawing at the barricade but they couldn’t shift it.
Then, for the last week, nothing. We started to believe our nightmare was over. We’d even talked about one or two of us venturing out to see what was happening.
Then the lift started up. It’s working very slowly but we can hear them in the cage, scratching and moaning. We’re stood here, waiting for them, ready to fight but we know we’re not going to win.
This week’s 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.