Bridget
7:10 PM
After circling the entire kids' section for what felt like ages, I finally spot the jacket in Katie's size. Ten minutes of pointless wandering and not a single 'helper' offered any actual help, just staring blankly as if I had three heads. I snatch one jacket in black and another in pink—Katie's current favorite color.
"Just these two," I mutter to the disinterested cashier. She rings me up in silence, barely glancing my way, sliding the jackets into a plastic bag. "Come again," she drones, though we both know she couldn't care less if I did or didn't.
I speed-walk toward the mall exit, knowing full well Katie's going to chew me out for running late. Each hurried step brings the exit sign into clearer focus, and I'm moving fast, my mind already on the excuses I'll have to give. Suddenly—bam—someone slams into me, my bags flying out of my hands, the contents scattering across the polished floor.
"Just great."
"I'm so sorry!"
"Are you alright, miss?"
Two young men crouch beside me, quickly gathering my things. They're about my age, maybe a little younger. One, with a soft Taiwanese accent, hands me the jackets.
"Sorry about that."
I force a smile. "It's okay, really. Nothing broken."
"Do you know where the restaurant is around here?" the other man asks, still holding one of the bags.
I give them directions, and we exchange polite farewells. It's nice to encounter friendly people, I think, though I'm still a little rattled.
As I step onto the escalator, something strange happens. The entire mall plunges into an eerie, oppressive stillness. The escalator grinds to a halt beneath me, and the usual buzz of voices and footsteps vanishes, replaced by a deafening silence. My stomach tightens with unease. It's not just the escalator—everything has stopped. The entire mall has gone dead.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickle. The air feels heavy, thick, like before a thunderstorm. My skin tingles with static, but it's bright outside—no sign of rain, not a cloud in the sky. My mind scrambles for answers. What's happening?
A boom echoes through the space, distant but unmistakable. It rattles the air, vibrating through my bones. The murmurs of confused shoppers fall away, replaced by an anxious quiet. Then, another boom, closer this time. Louder.
The woman behind me on the escalator fumbles with her phone, calling the police. "Teenagers playing some kind of prank," she mutters, but I don't buy it. Something's wrong—deeply wrong.
We start edging down the stalled escalator, trying to act calm, but there's an unspoken panic simmering beneath the surface. The entire building feels...off. Like it's holding its breath.
Suddenly, a harsh scraping sound erupts from somewhere above. I whip around just in time to see one of the massive stair railings tear free and crash to the floor beside the escalator with a sickening thud. The ground shakes beneath us.
Now it's time to panic.
People scream, shoving to get off the escalator, scrambling for safety. But then—another set of railings collapses. And from the twisted wreckage, something emerges.
A figure.
I freeze. It's tall—inhumanly tall—its limbs too long, its movements disjointed and unnatural. It's almost colorless, like a smudge of darkness that refuses to fit into the world around it. The thing's head is a smooth, metallic shape, no discernible features. Just wrong. All wrong.
For a heartbeat, everyone stands still, staring in shock. Phones come out, cameras flash. And then, the creature releases a shriek—high-pitched, piercing, like metal being dragged across stone. It surges forward with terrifying speed, and the world around me erupts into chaos.
I break into a sprint, my heart hammering in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My only thought: Katie. My little girl, waiting for me in the car just outside. I need to get to her.
Behind me, the creature tears through the crowd, limbs flailing. I hear the unmistakable sound of flesh being ripped apart—screams that cut off abruptly. I want to look back, but I can't. I won't.
Don't look back.
But then my traitorous body does just that. I glance over my shoulder, and my blood turns cold. Bodies lie scattered in the creature's wake, torn to pieces, lifeless. The thing moves impossibly fast, and there's more than one now.
My legs burn, but I push harder, my mind locked on one goal—escape.
A few of us burst out of the mall, our terrified cries filling the air. The exit is in sight, just a few more steps. But then—a shadow blots out the sun.
A second creature leaps from above, landing in front of the exit with a heavy crash. It blocks the way, its long, twisted arms unfurling like a spider preparing to strike.
"Back! Go back!" someone yells, but it's too late.
I whirl around, heart sinking. The first creature is there, blocking our retreat, closing in fast.
Am I going to die here?
My legs buckle, and I drop to my knees, hands over my head in a futile attempt to shield myself. I scream—a primal, desperate sound—hoping, praying it's not the last sound I'll ever make.
The creature charged at me with inhuman speed, its shriek slicing through the air like broken glass. I squeezed my eyes shut and kept my head bowed, whispering prayers through clenched teeth. I didn't dare breathe. My knees dug into the freezing tile, trembling, as if I could will the ground to split open and swallow me whole, anything to avoid being torn apart.
The stench hit me first. Rot, blood, and something worse, something unnatural. It was close. Too close.
I didn't think. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I looked up—
—and saw another creature crashing down from the floor above, landing squarely on the one that had nearly reached me. The impact was violent, a tangle of limbs, claws, and snarls.
My gaze darted upward. Standing at the shattered edge of the upper floor was the man I'd given directions to just moments ago. His eyes met mine, wide, breathless, alive.
I didn't thank him. I didn't speak.
I ran.
No thoughts, no words, just raw instinct. I bolted down the corridor, heart hammering, every footstep echoing like a countdown to death.
And then—everything goes black.