"On my count, slam the doors shut. We will need every bit of strength we have to seal the doors."
"This is crazy." Bel whispered, her eyes locked on the pack of mutants.
"Trust me." Mia glanced at Bel who nodded back.
"Albert, Scott, Richard. I need help sealing the doors." Mia barked over her shoulder.
Three large men raced from the stairwell to the doors.
"Close the doors on my mark." The figure grew closer, the pack of feral humans closing in on it.
"Now!" The figure lept through the air, flying parallel to the ground, screaming. Its feet barely cleared the closing doors as they were slammed shut, sealing themselves in. There was clawing, snarling and banging on the other side as the doors were secured with metal bolts and bars. The five sucked air into their lungs, leaning against the doors, as their bodies shook with adrenaline. Bel scanned the group and her eyes locked on Mia.
"Mia, you're bleeding. Badly." Mia raised a shaking hand to her forehead as she felt warm blood trickle down her face.
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