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[color=dodgerblue][sub][I]Boston, Massachusetts[/I][/sub][/color][/indent][indent][color=dodgerblue][sup][right][i]7:30 PM, EST[/i][/right][/sup][/color][/indent][hr][indent][color=dodgerblue][sup][b]Apartment Complex's Lobby[/b][/sup][/color][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=dodgerblue][i]Shit. Fuck this shit.[/i][/color]

It was difficult for Christopher Reed to focus on anything as he stared deep into the unmoving fog outside the complex. His usual, bored face was now plastered with fear, horrified by what he—and those gathered with him in the complex lobby—heard moments earlier. The terrified screams. The loud shattering of glass. The wincing crunch of metal. Chris couldn't see what was going on outside the complex, but he had a good idea. Alton, the complex's security guard, being carried off by [i]whatever[/i] was out there made sure of that. 

[color=dodgerblue][i]Alton had a gun. Didn't fucking help him one bit.[/i][/color]

Christopher wondered about the others. Were they as scared as he was? Surely, he figured, they had to be. Some of them probably had family in the complex—children, siblings, or maybe even a spouse. People they had to protect against what laid in wait outside those doors. But were they willing to die to save another? The college student knew deep down inside he wasn't. Chris was too much of a coward; he didn't want to die. And yet, he was probably going to die here regardless, like it was some sort of fucked up punishment for a crime he didn't remember committing.

[color=dodgerblue]"We're fucked, aren't we?"[/color] He asked, turning away from the window he was looking through to face the group. [color=dodgerblue]"No one is going to come for us. Not the police. Not the military. Face it; we're already fucking dead no matter what we do."[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]