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Lawrence stood, hidden in the doorway, just breathing. Above, the opaque skylight imbued everything in the ravaged stockroom with a yellowish hue. From here, he could see them and watch from a point of safety. He knew they couldn’t detect him.
They’d first appeared a few days ago, shambling forward with bared teeth and dead eyes. They kept coming in waves: morning, noon, night. Nothing seemed to stop them. He’d hoped today’s sub-zero temps would slow them, but no.
Sighing, Lawrence knew his fifteen minutes were nearly up. He prepared himself to go back to the Best Buy returns desk.