But just before the vampires could reach them, Max's eyes darted to the left, and his gaze landed on an open conference room. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Maxine's arm and yanked her sideways, practically throwing them both through the doorway.
They crashed into the room, Max immediately slamming the door shut, before barricading it with a massive oak conference table. Chairs followed, then a heavy credenza... anything to block the incoming horde.
Outside, the hallway erupted, and dozens of monsters began hammering against the door with inhuman strength.
Thump. THUMP. CRASH.
The wooden door began to splinter, thin fracture lines spreading like a web across its surface. Decaying hands punched through the growing holes, grasping and tearing.
"It won't hold!" Maxine gasped, tears pricking her eyes.
