Society

You run down the stairs, your feet tripping a little as you reach the floor below. Art is silent. You dont know if thats a good thing. As you pass windows you glimpse things smeared in blood darting around. One notices you. As you look away to avoid a book, something hits the window. When you look up the giant windows lining the wall are cracking. They cant withstand the reanimated corpses pressing up to it. Your head begins to pound as adrenaline kicks in. You move faster.
Where to go...where to go... it repeats in your head. As you reach the bottom level, you run to the exit. You slam into the door with your shoulder. Its locked.
Up above you, you hear the windows shatter.