Marybeth and Iyisha moved to the hallway and glanced through the glass at the far end.
Headlights cut through the dark outside.
Iyisha narrowed her eyes. "How many?"
"Two trucks," Malcolm said as he joined them.
"Probably because you shot that lock," Marybeth added, her tone dry.
Iyisha shot her a look.
Marybeth rolled her eyes like it was obvious.
"Come on," Malcolm said.
They moved to the stairs and started down.
"Shit," Marybeth muttered.
Footsteps echoed from below, heavy and fast, and voices followed as more men moved up the building.
A nurse shouted from the far end of the floor, and people started moving in panic, doors opening, bodies shifting out of the way.
Iyisha looked at Malcolm. "There's another stairwell," she said, pointing toward the right corner where an exit stairwell sat behind a door.
He nodded.
They moved fast and pushed into it, taking the emergency stairs down.
The sound hit them immediately.
Footsteps from below.
Coming up.
